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Outer Space chords by Ice The Don

  • Em

  • F

  • C#

    4
  • G

  • Am

Verse 1
Em
F
Em
Oh yeah,
y 'all know I stay on that swag shit
Fly as Tom Paris in the cockpit,
you know what I'm bout
Beam the bitch up, haha
Y 'all know I do, man
F
Em
Yeah
C#
Now I'm your sir Swag,
Em
now I'm your sir
Sir Swag, now I'm your sir
Sir Swag, now I'm your sir
F
I'm Tom Parrish,
Em
F
the lieutenant of that fly shit
Em
Dip like a rocket,
F
Em
F
beam her up like a spaceship
Em
In the streets, I be a trooper
F
Snatch your princess
Em
like King Koopa
F
Hunt your back, no nor the dame
Em
I want the riches, fuck the fame
Listen, could teach you game
Swag champ, nigga, fuck that,
I'm Hall of Fame
Nas X, be my brother, man
Michael Bucket, heh,
couldn't even be your man
You niggas fuckin' lame
And girls react like novocaine
F
Em
Why?
Cause they not feeling humane
Damn
Just ask some bros to swear to
god she say the same
G
Em
And so I lie, epitome of fly
F
Northside nigga till the day I die
Em
Red rag hanging on the right side
So when you greet a nigga
say we're popping fine
Am
And my reply is nothing slime
Em
I'm out of space
F
Em
I'm fly as shit
Tell your bitch to meet me in my cockpit
Am
F
Em
Swag, I'm out of space
F
I'm fly as shit
Em
F
Tell your bitch to meet me in my cockpit
I'm out of space
Em
I'm fly as shit
Tell your bitch to meet me in my cockpit
F
Swag, I'm out of space
Em
I'm fly as shit
Tell your bitch to meet me in my cockpit
Verse 2, same shenanigans
F
Em
If I'm telling the truth,
F
it ain't bragging it
Em
F
When my real niggas at,
Em
they do the Cam 'ron Dougie
in it from the back
Yeah I'm on some futuristic, gangstafied,
Jimi Hendrix dash
Other diplomats with Michael Jackson
thriller in it, woah
Let me tell you what I'm about,
truth, the only thing comin' out my mouth
OG status, I got clout,
swag like a dope dealer
G
from the 80's
Am
Em
Northside nigga and you
Jacktown raised me
G
Em
14th made me,
Buchanan Street made me
Y 'all niggas crazy
F
Ain't a damn thing you can say
Em
About grandmama, baby
Am
Em
You could be a bar,
but you still couldn't fade me
Bitch, I pulled out
Am
How the hell is that my baby?
Em
What? I'm out of space
F
Em
I'm fly as shit
Tell your bitch to meet me in my cockpit
Am
F
Swag
Em
I'm out of space
F
I'm fly as shit, I'm fly as shit
Em
Tell your bitch to meet me in my cockpit
F
Walk, I'm out of space, I'm out of space
Em
I'm fly as shit, I'm fly as shit
Tell your bitch to meet me in my cockpit
F
Squat, I'm out of space,
I'm out of space
Em
I'm fly as shit, I'm fly as shit
Tell your bitch to meet me in my
Em
cockpit
Em
Em
Em
You
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