NOVA Lyrics – slayr

Read the complete Nova Lyrics by slayr from the album AVANT NOVA along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Slayr’s music, you can also explore Feel It (U Kan Get It) and Doin’ This To Me, two other songs by Slayr.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Huh, huh, huh)
Boop, boop, boop-boop-boop (What? What?)

[Chorus]
Uh, run this ho back, yeah, uh, run this ho back, yeah
Twin got mob ties, I don’t want nothing to do with that (Slatt)
She got frog eyes, she see me, she jump on that, yeah (Woo, let’s go)
Got ’em all fried, that boy gang a fish fillet (Woo, woo, go, oh yeah)
Yeah, popping outside, back-back (Oh yeah)
Talk too much, he on the cop side, back-back-back (O-o-oh yeah)
I can’t talk ’bout s*it, I told the cops lies, back-back-back
She wan’ hop in, yeah, hop in my ride

[Verse]
Oh, you must’ve lost your mind, you can’t pass that (Boop, boop, boop)
Blocked her, now she call me three times on the Snapchat (What?)
B-beat the pu*sy good, now she wanna bring the cat back (What? What?)
He is not my bud, not my friend, I’m not gon’ bap that
Yеah, I was so damn high, I cannot see s*it, yeah
This the hottest song out your album, keep it, uh
My twin bag ‘еm up, that boy got no defense
Popping out, they backing up, y’all should know I’m leaving, yeah (Woo, woo)
Knots, b!tch, I’m getting knots, yeah (Woo, woo)
Knots, b!tch, I’m getting knots, yeah (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Knots, b!tch, I’m getting knots (What? Slatt)
B!tch, I’m getting popped (Slatt), ride ’round with my guap (Slatt)
Don’t see you keeping up (Keeping up)
Blowing up, yeah, I feel like I’m Nova (Boop, boop)
You can’t keep up, yeah, don’t see you keeping up, yeah
‘Va-va-va, blowing up, I feel like I’m Nova, ‘va-va
You can’t keep up

[Chorus]
Uh, run this ho back (I feel it), uh, run this ho back (Run it)
Twin got mob ties, I don’t want nothing to do with that (Go)
She got frog eyes, she see me, she jump on that, yeah

Got ’em all fried, that boy gang a fish fillet (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Yeah, popping outside, back-back, yeah
Talk too much, he on the cop side, back-back-back (Yeah, yeah)
I can’t talk ’bout s*it, I told the cops lies, back-back-back
She wan’ hop in, yeah, hop in my ride (Bet, what?)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, fu*king up the brain
Fu*king up the brain, fu*king up the brain (Woo, b!tch)
Yeah, uh, fu*king up the brain
Fu*king up the brain, fu*king up the brain (What the fu*k? slayr)

[Outro]
Fu*k what these n!ggas talking ’bout, bruh?
I’m top five in this b!tch, really top one, I don’t give a fu*k what these n!ggas talking ’bout
Yeah, yeah
Aha, y’all thought slay could only do that EDM s*it
Nah, they don’t even know what’s ’bout to happen, bruh
Turn that next s*it off, fu*k you mean?