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Leo Desafo
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N.A.S.A.A.
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Man shut your ass up All of you niggas gassed up Nobody fucking with you like Bitches you met at afters Named this one N.A.S.A.A Not-A-Singer-At-All I'm rapping, laughing At all you niggas who 'ball' I saw your ass at the mall I was getting some food You know the type of shit Them fat niggas love to do (ugh) I saw you with your mamma Spending all her 'lana' These niggas acting hard But be as sweet as Aunt Jemima I started laughing like I was watching some stand up I put my hand up And yelled out 'nigga man up!' Shit, man I live with my mamma still But I be helping daily Trying to pay a couple bills But you ain't working How the fuck you gonna make a mill You're fake and I'm allergic Somebody get me some Benadryl Definition of lonely No I don't need you as 'homies' A couple of you that owe me Still acting like you don't know me But I bet you knew me back When my wallet was diabetic But now that it's anorexic You act like we never met, shit That's so pathetic I swear to God I'ma get it I swear to God get a medic I'm sick and it's all genetic So if you're hanging with me Hoping that you'll get ill Just forget it my nigga You better get real
Son puras ratas Pinche jente varata Tu amistad A mi no me vale nada Se desbaratan Solo con mis letras Llo soy un perro Ustedes son mis croquetas
'You going off. you snap. shut the fuck up! Don't say shit, he's about to make you look stupid Are you done? He get cocky! Yeah okay, are you done? Are you done?'
Fuck it I ain't done yet Did they get they guns yet 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Tell them that I'm down Like the motherfucking sunset I see a lot of niggas faking Acting like they made it In a studio That they be paying off in payments They be the lamest Acting like they 'A-List' But if you ask around Don't nobody know they alias Ask your baby mamma bro She got me on a playlist You probably fucked her To one of my fucking 'Greatest Hits' man I'm making hits Nothing but greatness You pissed man you niggas pissed You all replay this I'm spitting soul You better get you a bowl Cause this food for thought I'm giving ya'll Is worth more than the gold Diamonds and pearls That all of you niggas chasing Nothing less than amazing Coming out of the place that You put food in, fuck it I'm the rudest If that's what the kids Wanna call being the truest These old ass niggas man They still tryina to make it They over 30 And still haven't gotten paid yet You need to get a 9 to 5 And start making a paycheck Cause you've been tryina blow up Since them niggas had on pagers You know it's been ages Tell me how many stages Have you been up on And still you haven't fucking made it I say you either quit Or you start making some changes Pray that God sends you angels Cause I'm Cain and you're Abel
Son puras ratas Pinche jente varata Tu amistad A mi no me vale nada Se desbaratan Solo con mis letras Llo soy un perro Ustedes son mis croquetas
'Are you done? Okay, okay! I'm about to shit on this bitch, right now! Are you done? You done right, you done right? Are you done, are you done? Okay, Okay!'
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