N.A.P (Radio Edit) ft. J Blanco & Cameron Daye Lyrics

La, la, oh

La, la, oh

La, la, oh

Go

Don't get it fucked up when you walk my way

I keep it stylin and my moves don't play

Don't, don't play

Talk my ish, stay in your lane

Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace

Up with the pace

Don't get it fucked up when, you walk my way

I keep it style and my moves don't play

Don't, don't play

Talk my, stay in your lane

Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace

I said, stay on your back

Iss all I know, is too gas in the booth

We gaining traction off of the action, strictly speaking the truth

The pure attraction when we tap in all respect to da troops

The disrespect, will get him checked like a new Nike suit

Salute my dudes

We the new wave phenom's

Came to drop these bombs

The life is what we on

Camera lights neon

Now that's my native dion(DRE)

We playin' shooters, let me show em what we on

The mic is hot, no need to tempt, check that

If I was you, I'd probably wanna take a few steps back

Don't tell me chill, cause fool, I won't relax

Take you to school, teach you the rules

My dude like, this my class

I know you feel it when I walk in

Appetite for top ten

Discussion not a option

Not really one for talkin', boy, so watch what you say

I let my sauce to all the walkin', best respect my lane savvy baby

Don't get it fucked up when you walk my way

I keep a style and my groove gon' play

My groove gon' play

Talk my ish, stay in your lane

Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace

Don't, don't play

Don't get it fucked up, when you walk my way

I keep a style and my groove gon' play

My groove gon' play

Talk my, stay in your lane

Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace

Don't, don't play

It's me, homie, the lock, I got a key, homie

I'm walkin' in the vocal booth with some G's on me

Change jingle like dog tags, they notice me

Will amit pass an bachelor ain't as cold as me

You know it's me the don dada or I've gone farther

Flipped a bitch and came back, I'm a god karma

Mean it, everything I touch gon' shine

Lose, lose to a win when I'm out of my grind

I got 99 paper that I ain't even touch

Three sevens in my lane, but it ain't even luck

Young Sav, chirp, chirp, told me jump on the cut

Got the herb crumbled up and the swisher is stuffed

On the I-5 interstate doin' a buck

But I can't talk about what's goin' down in the trunk

It's a half-court switch when I'm playin' a game

Got the benz and beamin' prazay in my lane

But Brain, your walk my way

I keep a style and my groove don't play

Talk my, stay in your lane

Can't switch up, can't give up at the pace

Go get it, go bring your heart my way

I keep a style and my groove don't play

Talk my, stay in your lane

Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace

Don't switch up, you can't keep up with the pace