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letra de nasa - irune

b-tch i need my sp-ce but i ain’t calling up the nasa
relationships are toxic i thank god that they don’t last uh
trust no ho’s they take your tone but they won’t give it back nuh
people they be 2 face she be happy then she mad uh

pull up with stick but my last name it isn’t peterson
throwing on balenciaga sharper then a needle pin
was between me and you you decide to bring your people in
you are gon regret it cuz i’m gonna take a lethal in

and i’m gon trade mark on my will they wanna steal my flow
and rappers popping all the pills you ask why they are down below
so tell em f-ck the pills and stick to weed it ain’t k!ll no body
we was counting up the racks you in the back ain feel no body

aye, you don’t belong in the gang no
go ahead and take your shot but this sh-t ain’t a game no
real shouts out to sam cuz he stuck by me through the gain ho
grab a knife turn sh-t to mortal kombat like i’m kano

ain’t no body get away with talking sh-t that’s on my gang
cuz we gonna pull up in a van on all y’all bugs and get the raid
and get the spade
we diggin coffins
b-tches runnin
pistols poppin
people gunning
bodies droppin
we is brite
and never stopping

i call my garage the green bay coz in it is the lambo
who gon be the first one take a shot at me like rambo
i will call up cam tho
case that sh-t get messy
we gon get darrell
and then he gon hit up jesse

kicking sh-t like messi
i copped a crib for less
see that sh-t it was on sale
had a drive way for the bentley
drive way for the rari
garage for the bugatti
told her i ain’t sorry
i kick out all the thotties

down in my dm’s like i’m gotti
but i ain’t got the time
see i’d rather get this green
because i need to provide, for my self
mental health
don’t let anyone f-ck with your brain
don’t be poppin pills
because it only causes much more pain
ya i’m going good
but my life will ever be the same
make sure you stay real
because no one wants to keep a lame
say it to my face
say you real and say it with no shame
don’t you lie to me
you will end up having better days

but on the real you see i’m putting all the work into my raps
i’m gonna keep it real ain’t ever thought that i would make it pass
a coupled hunnid plays and i know it really really ain’t too much
but i’m gon set a target because you can never aim too much

i pull up in raris, you pull up in handa
you popping the xanny’s, i’m rolling the ganja
you cold like a fan, see i’m hot like a sana
i got two bad b-tches, like brandi and lana
more blunts then a bat, and i’m sharp like katanas
tell me to come through, but i don’t really wanna
i’m counting the papers, she counting commas
i don’t smoke the weed, but i smoke marijuana

- irune

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