Dylan the Teen - Nasa Lyrics

Body shots, but put it in reverse, she likes her drinks on me
If it's all bad bitches 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 bitches 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

Goin up, NASA
Your crew's a joke, laughter
And you a fake, actor
My name's gon be in the rafters
Goin up, NASA
Your crew's a joke, laughter
And you a fake, actor
My name's gon be in the rafters

Cutie, wit a booty, tryna screw me
Loosely, goin Bruce Lee, bad and boujee
Boobies, 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 ass, but her waist slim, make a porn 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, bitch, 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
Pussy 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 bitch, 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 passcode, 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 sucks tho, grab the aux tho

Body shots, but put it in reverse, she likes her drinks on me
If it's all bad bitches 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 bitches 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

Goin up, NASA
Your crew's a joke, laughter
And you a fake, actor
My name's gon be in the rafters