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lirik lagu annunaki – nascar aloe

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[intro: jasiah]
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f-ck!

[verse 1: jasiah]
smile on my face, not a rollie on my wrist
but i whip that sh-t like basedgod for that chick
and i give her good d-ck so she always comin’ back
she don’t know what she want, but she know she got that clap
yeah, she know she got that back, yeah she wanna give it up
when i’m comin’ in here and i wanna bust a nut
i don’t really give a f-ck for what’s up
i just wanna make a lotta sh-t for the club

[chorus: jasiah]
i just wanna ball, ayy, i just wanna f-ck, ayy
i just wanna ball, ayy, i just wanna f-ck, yeah
i just wanna ball, ayy, i just wanna f-ck, yeah
i just wanna ball, ayy, i just wanna f-ck, yeah
i just wanna ball, ayy, i just wanna f-ck, yeah
i just wanna ball, ayy, i just wanna f-ck, yeah
i just wanna ball, ayy, i just wanna f-ck, yeah
i just wanna ball, ayy, i just wanna f-ck, yeah

[interlude: nascar aloe]
phree on the f-ckin’ beat
b-tch, i’m nascar, who are you? (haha)
i’m smokin’ a ‘port, oh my god (f-ckin’ b-tch)
ayy, yeah
ooh, ayy

[verse 2: nascar aloe]
i’m an anunnaki, drivin’ ufo, no ‘rari, ayy
p-ssy boy, you sorry, i put holes all in yo’ colleagues, ayy
these lames like to copy, why they tracks all soundin’ pasty? (ayy)
turn this sh-t to gta, you f-ckers gettin’ wasted
i wanna die, she hop in the ride
she feelin’ the vibe, i kick her outside
you boys is washed, ayy, you need some tide?
i sacrifice for an all-seeing eye
phree on the beat, we not regular guys
sizzle like 9, all up on my side
cannot f-ck wit’ you so i’m cuttin’ ties
sendin’ a missile wherever you hide, ayy
she wanna cap because she feelin’ my rap
first, she l!ck on my tats, and then i hit from the back, ayy
b-tches, they part of yo’ f-ckin’ lil’ kickback (kick)
b-tch, i smoke ‘woods and you be smokin’ zig-zags (zig)
i ain’t a uber, ho, where the f-ck yo’ lyft at? (lyft)
you work at mcdonald’s, b-tch, can i get a big mac? (big)
i ain’t with drama and all that f-ckin’ chitchat (chit)
splittin’ yo’ wig like it was a f-ckin’ kit kat (ayy)
p-ssy boy, make him talk his -ss to bl–dy mary, uh
say my name three times, i might pop up at yo’ area
if yo b-tch was sneak dissin’, i might have to bury her (ayy)
nascar on a k!ll streak, i got shooters in the area (ayy)

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