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nasa - dylan raps lyrics

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[intro]

you know blue, he had to cook this up

[bridge]

body shots, but put it in reverse, she likes her drinks on me
if it’s all bad b-tches 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 b-tches 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

[hook] (x2)

goin up, nasa
your crew’s a joke, laughter
and you a fake, actor
my name’s gon be in the rafters

[verse 1]

cutie, wit a booty, tryna screw me
loosely, goin bruce lee, bad and boujee
b00bies, 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 -ss, but her waist slim, make a p-rn 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 f-ckin 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, b-tch, 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
p-ssy so good, i might save the date and send out invitations
college dropout, late to registration, i’m a f-ckin failure
f-cked this one b-tch, came before she did, said that i f-ckin failed her
all the homies ran a f-ckin train, said that we f-ckin railed her
put my f-ckin tongue in that hoe’s mouth and then she called me monsieur
bad hoes, they all tryna f-ckin check my cash flow
put it in her mouth, then i put it in her backbone
nasa, need the p-sscode, 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 suck tho, grab the aux tho

[bridge]

body shots, but put it in reverse, she likes her drinks on me
if it’s all bad b-tches 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 b-tches 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

[hook] (x2)

goin up, nasa
your crew’s a joke, laughter
and you a fake, actor
my name’s gon be in the rafters

- dylan raps lyrics

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