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Nasa
by Gravv
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Orange Gang
Mikey X
Orange Gang done got it
Since we got it no one else can
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Mikey X
Yeah
Nasa, Nasa
Flying up to outer space (yeahh)
Get real down, need god, gotta pray (oh lord)
Nasa, Nasa
Flying up to outer space (way up)
If I wanna keep the bands keep up the pace (go go)
Nasa, Nasa
Nasa, Nasa (Grav)
Fuck that bitch mad, she busting (pop)
My wrists be so wet, like Houston (why)
Or like Miami (no)
That's how I keep my family
Up in space looking down at all you nigs (damn)
Got just a T-shirt for six figs (six)
Man that figures, smoking cigs (no)
But now I don't really (nod)
Sip the drink out the mud be simply
In the coupe is tinted red
So is the girls head (woo)
And then comes a sloppy toppy (head)
It's only because I got the money (bread)
Got two cups filled with the good bubbly (dead)
She said pull out, I said nah I'm comfy (she preg)
And it's sad cuz I wanted her (yeah)
Don't get how I fell for her (ugh)
All the way from outer space (woah)
Fell for you landed on my face (bitch)
All these bitches round me jealous (jealous)
Studded, Studded-Studded these jewels are flawless (stud)
All my stuff be name brand (yup)
Fuck going to payless (nah)
Nasa, Nasa
Flying up to outer space (yeah)
Get real down, need god, gotta pray (oh lord)
Nasa, Nasa
Flying up to outer space (way up)
If I wanna keep the bands keep up the pace (go go)
Nasa, Nasa
Nasa, Nasa
Orange Gang
Mikey X
Orange Gang done got it
Since we got it no one else can
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Mikey X
Yeah
Nasa, Nasa
Flying up to outer space (yeahh)
Get real down, need god, gotta pray (oh lord)
Nasa, Nasa
Flying up to outer space (way up)
If I wanna keep the bands keep up the pace (go go)
Nasa, Nasa
Nasa, Nasa (Grav)
Fuck that bitch mad, she busting (pop)
My wrists be so wet, like Houston (why)
Or like Miami (no)
That's how I keep my family
Up in space looking down at all you nigs (damn)
Got just a T-shirt for six figs (six)
Man that figures, smoking cigs (no)
But now I don't really (nod)
Sip the drink out the mud be simply
In the coupe is tinted red
So is the girls head (woo)
And then comes a sloppy toppy (head)
It's only because I got the money (bread)
Got two cups filled with the good bubbly (dead)
She said pull out, I said nah I'm comfy (she preg)
And it's sad cuz I wanted her (yeah)
Don't get how I fell for her (ugh)
All the way from outer space (woah)
Fell for you landed on my face (bitch)
All these bitches round me jealous (jealous)
Studded, Studded-Studded these jewels are flawless (stud)
All my stuff be name brand (yup)
Fuck going to payless (nah)
Nasa, Nasa
Flying up to outer space (yeah)
Get real down, need god, gotta pray (oh lord)
Nasa, Nasa
Flying up to outer space (way up)
If I wanna keep the bands keep up the pace (go go)
Nasa, Nasa
Nasa, Nasa
