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nasaan - lunchroom freestyle كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
breaking them walls, sh_t loose
dashboard hundred, yeah, zoom
need that chocolate milk, bruh
ayy, where saan at?
give me some chocolate milk, bruh, let me get that
ayy, nah, where saan at?
saan, go, bruh
this n_gga playing, bruh
go
this n_gga fire, i’m telling you, this n_gga fire
go, bruh

[verse 1: nasaan]
yeah, yeah, magic city war, man, he poor, i can’t see the floor
groupie ho on tour, press record, finna shoot a p_rn
money 6’4”, michael jordan, out here grabbing boards
still, i got dior i ain’t wore sittin’ in the drawer
hit her off a whistle, busted on her nipple
saany sayin’, “error,” ooh, don’t make me giggle
i’vе been moving state to state, traveling, i forgot to dribblе
if a n_gga out here talking crazy, turn him to a widow
i was made for this sh_t, slaved for this sh_t
mama pray for this sh_t, know i prayed for this sh_t
famous beach hoes, they tryna ride a wave on my d_ck
b_tch ugly, tryna get my ‘gram, gave her my kik
if she give the p_ssy up more, she bound to see me less
i get tricky with steel though like ridin’ bmx
f_ck around and make this k pop, look like we bts
we gon’ stop ’em, drop ’em, shut ’em down, dmx
n_gga, i ain’t came to flex, i really came to ball like lavar
wait, i think i’m dizzy, in the double r, seeing stars
get her out her drawers like a jar like they wrote a law
n_gga touch lil’ bro, spin his block, then i’m callin’ saw
[interlude]
that n_gga crazy, bruh, like, how he doing this sh_t?
i don’t know, bruh, i ain’t even know a n_gga could rap like that
bruh, for real, bruh
bruh, shut the f_ck up, yellin’
ayy, who goin’ next?

[verse 2: babytron]
i can drop a thirty off the bench, fifty if i start
i’m with fully, got the bl!cky with the switchy in the car
i can’t do the moissanite, i spent a sixty on the charm
roadrunner, scam star, pinging giffies like an alarm
tryna keep up with us, might as well just drop dead
it was sprite lemon_lime, now the pop red
asking me, like, i’m winning? like, are the cops fed?
heard he got cold feet, i’m with the hotheads
.308s’ll turn his mop into some chopped dreads
rocking vlone with the fam’, i ain’t got friends
i’ma throw up if i smell some tris, b_tch, i’m a wock’ head
thinking he a big fish,, leave him on that dock dead
time to throw him back in the water
i don’t zoom in the whip, i blast in a saucer
punch god, i got a long pass with embossers
them fake cartiers, take ’em back to gibraltar
i don’t right songs, but how they sound, you’d think i’m an author
baby draco hit his leg, call him kemba, he need a walker

- nasaan

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