Nauti/jungle - N/N Ntro(hbk/sundaypm) Lyrics

Your'e Tellin' lies how the story go
I'm outta space Aeronautical
I gotta watch who i'm riding with
These Hoes Might Do me like Shawty Lo
Oh No! No No
Let the 40 blow
My latest cuts been historical
Slave to the page til i'm paid for my audio
They thought i threw it up Audible
(Aye)
I might Just flex up on all of em'
Young N**** Icy Antarctica
Pics right on MySpace in Nautica
Bitch thats why they call me Nautica
She on my wave I ain't boarding her
She ride my face while you callin' her
Think she the shit I might stall her now
Might leave her pissed like the urinal
My new lil' B**** hot as florida
We killing fits call the coroner
Thats my old Bae season salt on em'
I got the drip watch me sauce on em'
I got two whips both em' foreign though!
Ain't Golden State bitch i'm 4-0
Ghost ride the Bimmer like M.I.A
They wanna know what i'm flooring though!
Cha: Play some beats, f*ck we doin'
Nauti: Word, we sleep!
Cha: We just don't vibe in idle sounds.
Nauti: Thats a fact(laughing) Hold up, Im bout to play something
Cha:Thats not our life.
The Foreign in Stride
She used to jeeps, she like how it ride
In my Beam she remind
Ain't talkin Tyler or Robert
Pretty girl Julia Roberts
She on my back at the concert
She a mean girl that be actin nice with me
She need a oscar
Thought she was out of my league
Might hit it right out the park
Jewels twinkle like a star in the dark
Tony Stark, no heart
I got em jelly, bread in his PB's(Pierre Balmain)
And plus these shoes is new tell her
You Might get subtracted additionally
Thats if you f*ck with my cheddar
Hero from deli superb
In the 3 i'm hitting swerves
She used to curve and she had the nerve to ask
Do you remember me
Gotta be kiddin' me, Shittin' me
Im in my Prada bag Italy, flying spur Duncan no Timothy
Neck yellow gold, wet floor sign the way
That I got her slippery
I need a Porsche, I see it vividly
Orange and black but no trick or treat
Gold on my necklace i'm mister T
Making good music just like i'm Yeezy
My homie Kobi he push a tee
O blowin' O's in the whip with me
Chris keep a cam like its Killa Season
Movin' like Danny i'm Undefeated
All i ask keep it a hun with me
99 problems, got a hundred reasons
I kept some bands in my dungarees
I got em ducking like hunting season
Im in the 718, Porsche cayman color Florida gators
This EP a f*cking layup
Guess i'm bout to f*ck the game up
Stats high, created player
Flow since 09 on my Drake shit
They gonna have to thank me later
Jesus pieces, goodness gracious
2 cups to the face, whip white deviled eggs
New coupe, paper plates
Im cooking now she wanna taste
Got her faux Lox in my lap
She got me laughing like Jada
Willy I feel like i'm legend
Water on me like i'm Jaden
Hit Willowbrook f*ck up my savings
Don't got a memory card, cartridge on me into gaming
Feeling like Mike, Nikes Off-White Cal Cambridge
Might go night-night, hit like Fight Night
If he playing
This shit is Destiny Child
Really Be on what i say
They was catching Z's on Jay
DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT THEY SAYING