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Astro (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: JA Da Truth
Language: English
Length: 3:11
Written by: John Adams




JA Da Truth - Astro (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Yea, Saylook
Say they know the flow is to flammable
I go ape shit I'm a animal
I eat her flesh like a cannibal
I give her dick for collateral
Say he took a L call him Samuel
Sextape wit yo bitch, made a cameo
What's that in my cup, that's the antidote
These niggas too sweet like a cantaloupe
My niggas wit all the shenanigans
My diamonds they froze like a mannequin
They see me like there go that man again
Gone pull out a stack yo bitch panicking
Hit the club I'm just tryna hear music
Please stay out my ear with that rambling
Hit her once then I give her the boot
You think that hoe went to grambling
I do this shit in a breeze, I swea this shit is a breeze
I came from tappin them breeze cards, to get home on Christmas Eve
Yo bitch she say ima sleeze ball, cuz I had some shit up my sleeve
I told that bitch she can leave
Gone bout my business when she hit me up, I do not pick up when she call
Too busy rapping bout shooters them niggas, they not gone pull up when he call
Always depending on niggas, that shit right there gone be yo ultimate fall
I cannot f*ck with too many of these niggas, cuz I don't trust em at all
If you see them with me that's my dawg
I'm in this bitch feeling like Macho Man Randy Savage
I cannot f*ck wit no fake bougie hoe I need a bad bitch
So I'm in this bitch counting cabbage
Yea she got a ass but it's plastic
I don't give no f*ck ima grab it
Incredible Hulk ima smash it
LeBron, Rajon, no look ima pass it
Raekwon, Akon, black on black how I match it
If it ain't gas we can't match it
Dead fresh need a casket
Moonwalk Michael Jackson
In this bitch feeling just like I'm tito, I keep me a smith just like ito
They know I got cake
You can keep all them smiles that you showing that love that you got
Cuz I know that it's fake
We gone keep on just going full throttle, and hitting the gas
Ion know what's the brakes
Nigga ion even know what's a break
Niggas no we gone go no debate
We go right in the door ain't no wait
She get no four for four cuz she ate, dick
It ain't nun but real who we stay, with
They already know that we stay, lit
And all of them blunts yea they stay lit
Either it's runtz, or it's exotic
I'm in the cut, I was just vibin
I'm with yo bitch, we started vibin
She started riding, just like hydraulics
She started bouncing and bouncing and bouncing
We keep them ounces on ounces on ounces
But we are not serving, we finna smoke it
I was just hurting, feel like I'm coping
Said I was dripping, no bitch I'm soaking
Chuck E Cheese with the tokens
Yo bitch she wet like the ocean
Yo bitch she wet like the lake, naw better yet make it the creek
Ain't doing no pocket watching
I can give a f*ck what these dudes make in a week
Ain't posting no pictures with guns
I'm hoping a nigga come thinking it's sweet
Niggas no that we strong arm bow flex, I'm hoping they thinking it's weak
For real
Aye that's just how we god damn doing this shit
I'm with my nigga Quell right now at Astros
Know what I'm sayin, off the top f*ck that shit
Coming for all this
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Yea, Saylook
Say they know the flow is to flammable
I go ape shit I'm a animal
I eat her flesh like a cannibal
I give her dick for collateral
Say he took a L call him Samuel
Sextape wit yo bitch, made a cameo
What's that in my cup, that's the antidote
These niggas too sweet like a cantaloupe
My niggas wit all the shenanigans
My diamonds they froze like a mannequin
They see me like there go that man again
Gone pull out a stack yo bitch panicking
Hit the club I'm just tryna hear music
Please stay out my ear with that rambling
Hit her once then I give her the boot
You think that hoe went to grambling
I do this shit in a breeze, I swea this shit is a breeze
I came from tappin them breeze cards, to get home on Christmas Eve
Yo bitch she say ima sleeze ball, cuz I had some shit up my sleeve
I told that bitch she can leave
Gone bout my business when she hit me up, I do not pick up when she call
Too busy rapping bout shooters them niggas, they not gone pull up when he call
Always depending on niggas, that shit right there gone be yo ultimate fall
I cannot f*ck with too many of these niggas, cuz I don't trust em at all
If you see them with me that's my dawg
I'm in this bitch feeling like Macho Man Randy Savage
I cannot f*ck wit no fake bougie hoe I need a bad bitch
So I'm in this bitch counting cabbage
Yea she got a ass but it's plastic
I don't give no f*ck ima grab it
Incredible Hulk ima smash it
LeBron, Rajon, no look ima pass it
Raekwon, Akon, black on black how I match it
If it ain't gas we can't match it
Dead fresh need a casket
Moonwalk Michael Jackson
In this bitch feeling just like I'm tito, I keep me a smith just like ito
They know I got cake
You can keep all them smiles that you showing that love that you got
Cuz I know that it's fake
We gone keep on just going full throttle, and hitting the gas
Ion know what's the brakes
Nigga ion even know what's a break
Niggas no we gone go no debate
We go right in the door ain't no wait
She get no four for four cuz she ate, dick
It ain't nun but real who we stay, with
They already know that we stay, lit
And all of them blunts yea they stay lit
Either it's runtz, or it's exotic
I'm in the cut, I was just vibin
I'm with yo bitch, we started vibin
She started riding, just like hydraulics
She started bouncing and bouncing and bouncing
We keep them ounces on ounces on ounces
But we are not serving, we finna smoke it
I was just hurting, feel like I'm coping
Said I was dripping, no bitch I'm soaking
Chuck E Cheese with the tokens
Yo bitch she wet like the ocean
Yo bitch she wet like the lake, naw better yet make it the creek
Ain't doing no pocket watching
I can give a f*ck what these dudes make in a week
Ain't posting no pictures with guns
I'm hoping a nigga come thinking it's sweet
Niggas no that we strong arm bow flex, I'm hoping they thinking it's weak
For real
Aye that's just how we god damn doing this shit
I'm with my nigga Quell right now at Astros
Know what I'm sayin, off the top f*ck that shit
Coming for all this
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Writer: John Adams
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