Текст песни Nasa - Capttain

Blasting out of here bitch I'm Nasa
In the kitchen whipping with your bitch we making pasta
Dreads on my head they think yeah I'm a Rasta
Nutting all the white on your bitch I'm Santa
Blasting out of here bitch I'm Nasa
In the kitchen whipping with your bitch we making pasta
Dreads on my head they think yeah I'm a Rasta
Nutting all the white on your bitch I'm Santa

Bitch why you texting uh huh
Why you calling uh huh
What you texting me for
Is it because I'm rocking out all the shows

I thought you replaced me
You can't replace me
Now you want me
Do you see the irony

Balling like a Cavalier
Do you niggas see it clear
We will never be the same
Far far far away do you see the range
Gotta let em know
.40 with the scope
.40 wanna go
So I let it blow

Yeah to the moon
Yeah we off a shroom
Shawty in my room
What she wanna do, welcome to her doom
Like witch on a broom
That is how she rode it
And I like it yeah

Blasting out of here bitch I'm Nasa
In the kitchen whipping with your bitch we making pasta
Dreads on my head they think yeah I'm a Rasta
Nutting all the white on your bitch I'm Santa
Blasting out of here bitch I'm Nasa
In the kitchen whipping with your bitch we making pasta
Dreads on my head they think yeah I'm a Rasta
Nutting all the white on your bitch I'm Santa