Nasa
Dylan the Teen
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Body shots, but put it in reverse, she likes her drinks on me If it's all bad bitches at the club, it's gon be drinks on me F*ck her then she wanna climb on top, she likes to sleep on me From my last show, got like twenty bands I like to keep on me Up all night to grind, recordin songs, feel like we never sleep Used to borrow money to record, now all my sessions free Basic bitches tryna take my time, you know this watch not cheap If she care bout what I make a show, then nah she not for keeps Goin up, NASA Your crew's a joke, laughter And you a fake, actor My name's gon be in the rafters Goin up, NASA Your crew's a joke, laughter And you a fake, actor My name's gon be in the rafters Cutie, wit a booty, tryna screw me Loosely, goin Bruce Lee, bad and boujee Boobies, and a rubber, make a movie Blue cheese, throw it on her, she got cooties More sin, shut the door hinge, kiss her orange skin Big ass, but her waist slim, make a porn film Beat it, crucify it, book of Mormon Kiss it, talkin to it, I'm a swordsman Ooh, ooh, ooh what you tryna make me do? Beat it, now her body fuckin achin like she got the flu Thought the mission was impossible, but then I went Tom Cruise Now she takin off her clothes, from her hair bun to both her shoes Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, bitch, why the f*ck you hatin? Coupe so orange, you would think that I hate immigration Penetrated, on the dinner table, couldn't imitate it Pussy so good, I might save the date and send out invitations College dropout, late to registration, I'm a fuckin failure Fucked this one bitch, came before she did, said that I fuckin failed her All the homies ran a fuckin train, said that we fuckin railed her Put my fuckin tongue in that hoe's mouth and then she called me monsieur Bad hoes, they all tryna fuckin check my cash flow Put it in her mouth, then I put it in her backbone NASA, need the passcode, she a fast hoe Homies, G's like Herbo, cars go turbo I been, drivin blackout, still don't swerve tho She say, she don't f*ck tho, brand new purse tho They say Dylan sucks tho, grab the aux tho Body shots, but put it in reverse, she likes her drinks on me If it's all bad bitches at the club, it's gon be drinks on me F*ck her then she wanna climb on top, she likes to sleep on me From my last show, got like twenty bands I like to keep on me Up all night to grind, recordin songs, feel like we never sleep Used to borrow money to record, now all my sessions free Basic bitches tryna take my time, you know this watch not cheap If she care bout what I make a show, then nah she not for keeps Goin up, NASA Your crew's a joke, laughter And you a fake, actor My name's gon be in the rafters
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