Give Me Space (Unreleased) (feat. Pell)

Doja Cat

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    Yah

    Woah-oh
    You ain't squad, you ain't us
    You ain't Ken, we ain't friends
    Gotta go-woah
    What you want? And they miss
    Yeah, one chance, they gon' kisses to the
    Door, aye
    It's my VIP, what you doing in my seat, bitch?
    Woah-oh, aye
    Set the time and the place, hoe
    Get up out my face

    Give me space, woah (la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la-la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la-la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la-la-la-la)
    Give me space (la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la-la-la-la)
    Yah, woah-woah-woah-woah

    Flyin' out and my attitude high
    Got me loose everyday like I'm from the west side
    Had to keep my phone around to the bedstand side
    Ain't in love with the poor, got that shawty modernized
    What the fuck you thought? You could get some access? Uh
    Bye, Felicia, nice to meet ya, now I got a journey
    Hit my DM's for my address, uh
    Bitch, you know I never said it, gotta protect this money
    Given the getup, I gotta go get it
    I know it back really 'cause I'm in the bed
    And I never lay over except when I'm in it
    And I'm gonna to get it back 'cause that's every minute
    I'm on the road, Doja in coats
    Saturday cold, I like a show
    Might name an ex, of course
    Give me space, one as all of that I don't know (yah)

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    Give me space, woah (la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la-la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la-la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la-la-la-la)
    Give me space (la-la-la)
    Give me space, woah (la-la-la-la-la-la)
    Yah, woah-woah-woah-woah

    How did you get fucked up?
    Would your damn name bet your gain even got your back
    Man, you shouldn't get this drunk (yah)
    And neither should I but at least I got my guy
    I'm rollin' deep like Adele, can't fuck, well, you've made your type
    And it is not what we need, you've had at least met my type
    Now need some charity, ay Ernie
    It is way too early to have you drive with me
    And it's quite concerning you ain't less concerned of me
    You wanna get my pink car Click, click, click
    'Cause then you turn to me, yah

    Woah-oh
    You ain't squad, you ain't us
    You ain't Ken, we ain't friends
    Gotta go-woah
    What you want? And they miss
    Yeah, one chance, they gon' kisses to the
    Door, aye
    It's my VIP, what you doing in my seat, bitch?
    Woah-oh, aye
    Set the time and the place, hoe
    Get up out my face

    Give me space, woah
    Give me space, woo
    Give me space, woah
    Give me space, woah
    Give me space, woah
    Give me space, woah
    Give me space
    Give me space, woah
    Yah, woah-woah-woah-woah

    La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
    La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
    La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
    La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

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