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Leo Desafo
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N.A.S.A.A.
Yeah
Man shut your ass up
All of you niggas gassed up
Nobody fucking with you like
Bitches you met at afters
Named this one N.A.S.A.A
Not-A-Singer-At-All
I'm rapping, laughing
At all you niggas who 'ball'
I saw your ass at the mall
I was getting some food
You know the type of shit
Them fat niggas love to do (ugh)
I saw you with your mamma
Spending all her 'lana'
These niggas acting hard
But be as sweet as Aunt Jemima
I started laughing like
I was watching some stand up
I put my hand up
And yelled out 'nigga man up!'
Shit, man I live with my mamma still
But I be helping daily
Trying to pay a couple bills
But you ain't working
How the fuck you gonna make a mill
You're fake and I'm allergic
Somebody get me some Benadryl
Definition of lonely
No I don't need you as 'homies'
A couple of you that owe me
Still acting like you don't know me
But I bet you knew me back
When my wallet was diabetic
But now that it's anorexic
You act like we never met, shit
That's so pathetic
I swear to God I'ma get it
I swear to God get a medic
I'm sick and it's all genetic
So if you're hanging with me
Hoping that you'll get ill
Just forget it my nigga
You better get real
Son puras ratas
Pinche jente varata
Tu amistad
A mi no me vale nada
Se desbaratan
Solo con mis letras
Llo soy un perro
Ustedes son mis croquetas
'You going off. you snap. shut the fuck up!
Don't say shit, he's about to make you look stupid
Are you done? He get cocky!
Yeah okay, are you done? Are you done?'
Fuck it I ain't done yet
Did they get they guns yet
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Tell them that I'm down
Like the motherfucking sunset
I see a lot of niggas faking
Acting like they made it
In a studio
That they be paying off in payments
They be the lamest
Acting like they 'A-List'
But if you ask around
Don't nobody know they alias
Ask your baby mamma bro
She got me on a playlist
You probably fucked her
To one of my fucking 'Greatest
Hits' man I'm making hits
Nothing but greatness
You pissed man you niggas pissed
You all replay this
I'm spitting soul
You better get you a bowl
Cause this food for thought
I'm giving ya'll
Is worth more than the gold
Diamonds and pearls
That all of you niggas chasing
Nothing less than amazing
Coming out of the place that
You put food in, fuck it I'm the rudest
If that's what the kids
Wanna call being the truest
These old ass niggas man
They still tryina to make it
They over 30
And still haven't gotten paid yet
You need to get a 9 to 5
And start making a paycheck
Cause you've been tryina blow up
Since them niggas had on pagers
You know it's been ages
Tell me how many stages
Have you been up on
And still you haven't fucking made it
I say you either quit
Or you start making some changes
Pray that God sends you angels
Cause I'm Cain and you're Abel
Son puras ratas
Pinche jente varata
Tu amistad
A mi no me vale nada
Se desbaratan
Solo con mis letras
Llo soy un perro
Ustedes son mis croquetas
'Are you done? Okay, okay!
I'm about to shit on this bitch, right now!
Are you done? You done right, you done right?
Are you done, are you done? Okay, Okay!'
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