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Extraterrestrial Video (MV)




Performed By: TrizzillBangin
Length: 2:02
Written by: Tyler Webb




TrizzillBangin - Extraterrestrial Lyrics




Lesgeddit
Lemme sip on that peach real quick
Ahhhh, refreshing
It's Bangin n***a

Extraterrestrial
Booted of these medicals
Fate just cooked da beat that s**t hit harder then a edible
Watch who you step to
I won't let you
Come in witcha hand out
I can't help you
I can't do no hand out b***h i just met you
She know I'm the man now, can't let it get to my mental
F**k up the bread but i meant to
Walk in the mall and i spend OOH
I don't got no hands to lend
We don't got time for new friends
I'm stickin to da script
Margiela drip
Yo b***h wanna lick
Tie yo shoes so you don't trip
My shoes don't got laces
I just need blue faces
I been dodging cases
Tryn stay out the placement
She just like my cadence
Mixing drugs, I'm faded
No birthday, we caking
Big first place, no racing
They know where I'm stationed
Might stunna like da baby
Stone cold steve austin, young nigga degrading
Better check my rating
Better look at my statistics
I been moving s**t logistics
I be, business talk linguistics
My n****s troops enlisted
I'm trynna live simplistic
I get a lil explicit
I'm trynna be descriptive
What's that s**t he talkin sound like fiction
Hit the club den buy a section now we litted
All these n****s hot as s**t steam through they fitted
All these n****s like some jokes, must be kiddin
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Lesgeddit
Lemme sip on that peach real quick
Ahhhh, refreshing
It's Bangin n***a

Extraterrestrial
Booted of these medicals
Fate just cooked da beat that s**t hit harder then a edible
Watch who you step to
I won't let you
Come in witcha hand out
I can't help you
I can't do no hand out b***h i just met you
She know I'm the man now, can't let it get to my mental
F**k up the bread but i meant to
Walk in the mall and i spend OOH
I don't got no hands to lend
We don't got time for new friends
I'm stickin to da script
Margiela drip
Yo b***h wanna lick
Tie yo shoes so you don't trip
My shoes don't got laces
I just need blue faces
I been dodging cases
Tryn stay out the placement
She just like my cadence
Mixing drugs, I'm faded
No birthday, we caking
Big first place, no racing
They know where I'm stationed
Might stunna like da baby
Stone cold steve austin, young nigga degrading
Better check my rating
Better look at my statistics
I been moving s**t logistics
I be, business talk linguistics
My n****s troops enlisted
I'm trynna live simplistic
I get a lil explicit
I'm trynna be descriptive
What's that s**t he talkin sound like fiction
Hit the club den buy a section now we litted
All these n****s hot as s**t steam through they fitted
All these n****s like some jokes, must be kiddin
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Writer: Tyler Webb
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