Akon

NASA


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Testing one, Akon
I'm on it
I'm higher than you
Nigga, I'm on it
I swear I'm flier than you
NASA NASA

I put pedals on my wrist
I put pedals on my bitch
I iced out all my clips
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 bitches
I'm beside the hood set
Like domino, duffle-o bitch
I'm in no stumple on bitch
Cock, got yo main man, underman
Haiti bait, thunder man

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

I'm on it, I'm higher than you nigga
I'm on it, I swear I'm flier than you
NASA NASA
I put pedals in my wrist
I put pedals on my bitch
I iced out all my clips
I put pedals at the spot
I made all the blocks hot
Next thing you know I will talk not

NASA NASA, lemme show you how we roll
Trappin' out the bando, but I'm not a Migo
Black leather migo, wrap the tightest burritos
Get the right district right now, I'm ballin' like Chris Paul
Long way to get a hunid key and them Robin jeans don't stay a day
Perfect time when I start grindin' I'm a nigga shinin'
We bless the day
Four L's to the L's spray 'em
To another day, I'm gettin' high today
If the nigga play, welcome here the days
See gun smoke from the AK
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

I'm on it, I'm higher than you
Nigga I'm on it, I swear I'm flier than you
NASA NASA
I put pedals on my wrist
I put pedals on my bitch
I iced out all my clips
I put pedals at the spot
I made all the blocks hot
Next thing you know I will talk not

Aye, hold up, all my real niggas what up
Stop in traffic like hold up
Pull up in sumthin', make you wanna throw up
See a lil' bad bitch, I want to fuck that
I don't wanna have these doughnuts
Leave 'em once, fuck 'em twice and then pass 'em on to my dadats
See I'm the type of nigga that will come to the hood
And I'm makin' the money
I definitely live for the paper, nigga, betta come, I eat with the hommies
You know me my nigga, you know me far as you can ? me
Cause if you dun' know me, my nigga believe me, then that would be cause of the phoney
I'm on cloud nine and lets turn it up a notch
Got some bad bitches with me with my hand all up her crotch
The crazy part about it, I don't even know her name
The broke bitches reach me, yo, nigga, we ain't the same

I'm on it, I'm higher than you nigga
I'm on it, I swear I'm flier than you
NASA NASA
I put pedals in my wrist
I put pedals on my bitch
I iced out all my clips
I put pedals at the spot
I made all the blocks hot
Next thing you know I will talk not


Autor(es): ALIAUNE THIAM, Jeffrey Williams, Lance Taylor