No Nasa - ? (Album Version) Lyrics

Tell me to "Run it back"
We don't like listenin', we do not know
Guess that the Sun is back
Even the thoughts in the blistering cold
Faster than running backs
Strechin' em out like the top of a jumping jack
You mistaken for comin' back
Every miss taken show that your jumper wack
Like it or not
We gonna f*ck on some bitches
And f*ck on some thots, yuh
Like it a lot
I always felt that the pussy
Was good for the thought, yuh
I could say we out for the late night
Safe to say, not fans of the day light

Get em up
Bitch, get em up
Get em up
Bitch, just get em up
Got a shawty want it bless
On her knees, I'm Pastor
Don't know why she wanna act so cold
But I'll ask her

When I'm at the top I won't care what the pressure brought
I got servers, I got runners, like a restaurant
Keep my shades and hat on
Guitars like I'm Esteban
Keep em guessin', huh?
Like a Question Mark

Cut f*cks, but I must cuss
Love blood, guts and em murders
Ash-ash, dust-dust
Fast cash when em guns bust
Tie ya buns up
Make her bum thrust
'Till I bust nuts
What do you want
I don't give a f*ck
Tell me what you want
I don't give a f*ck
Tell me what you want cuz I don't give a f*ck
For the lit shit, I'm enlisted
Get f*cked up, get twisted
This shit is consistent
My creativity need an assistant
Ima ball till my wrist up
Got my balls and my dick sucked
She call me "Mister"
Never missed her, never kissed her
Saw the boy when he came in
Time for weigh-ins, no Damon
Get in the ring and I'm swangin'
Get in that ring and I'm slayin'
F*ck you sayin'
Hey man, I could do this all day man
To whatever God you prayin'
Better Hail Mary and stay in
Uh

When I'm at the top I won't care what the pressure brought
I got servers, I got runners, like a restaurant
Keep my shades and hat on
Guitars like I'm Esteban
Keep em guessin', huh?
Like a Question Mark