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lirik lagu nasa – akon

feat. og boo dirty, young thug

(hook)
trust in one, akon
i’m on it
i’m higher than you
n-gg-, i luv it
i swear i’m flier than you
nasa nasa
aye yo, dj smallz
nasa
are you ready to break the next one?
i put pedals on my wrist
i put pedals on my b-tch
i thought out my clip
i put pedals at the spot
i made all the blocks hot
next thing you know i will talk not
takin’ cuts cuts cuts
baggin’ all the b-tches
i’m beside the hood set
like domino, duffle-o b-tch
i’m in no stumple on b-tch
c-ck, got yo main man, underman
haiti bait, thunder man

(verse)
thunder inside, my nickel is wrong, i still steal like a veteran
always chose what you call a bless, we take out a peppermint
i just took the air with my wrong turn(?)
switch the game ova, i’m leadin’ it
last time i went into a jail, all my cases was erased it
woke up, spend notha hunid on my shoes cause i’m not pacin’
rap game is on me but i ain’t no race
all white, blue so red without a chase
rap team mo’ hunids, just my shoe not have lace

(hook)
i’m on it, n-gg- i’m higher than you
i’m on it, i swear i’m flier than you
nasa nasa
nasa nasa (skeeeeet)
nasa nasa
i put pedals on my wrist
i put pedals on my b-tch
i thought out my clip
i put pedals at the spot
i made all the blocks hot
next thing you know i will talk not

(verse)
nasa nasa, lemme show you how we roll
trappin’ out the band, where without amigo?
black leather migo, tires with ego
get the right district right now, i’m ballin’ like chris pie
long way to get a hunid key and them robin jeans don’t stay a day
who ? when i snag grain, let my n-gg- shine
we bless the day
four l’s to the l’s spray ’em
to another day, i get another day
if the n-gg- play, welcome here the days
see glussmoe from er’ry k
i so love hunid bills, all i eva saw, gya
get rich or die tryn
real, boy i’m trappin’ fo’ real
no show without a deal
servin’ cocaine, i hate cops, we king of the wheel

(verse: akon)
aye, hold up, all my real n-gg-s hold up
stop in traffic like hold up
put a wrist in sumthin’, make you wanna throw up
see a lil’ bad b-tch, i want all that
i don’t wanna have these doughnuts
leave ’em once, f-ck ’em twice and then p-ss ’em on to my dadats
see i’m the type of n-gg- that will come to the hood
and i’m makin’ the money
i definitely live for the paper, n-gg-, betta come, i eat with the hommies
yo mommy, my n-gg-, you know me far as you can ? me
cause if you dun’ know me, my n-gg- believe me, then that would be cause of the phoney
i’m a bad nine and i start it up a notch
got some bad b-tches with me with my hand all up her crotch
the grizzy right up on it, i don’t even know her name
the broke b-tches reach me, yo, n-gg-, we ain’t the same

- akon

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