Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
Met her when i was sixteen years old
Today to me shes worth more than gold
What I've learned most, she stays on her grind
Must get tired, running through my mind
Definition of speed and I hear that it kills
Make you double take when you witness her skills
Yankee Nat Three and she's lookin so fly
Sometimes when I see her, I just say "aye"
Her name is Nat, and her last name is Lopez
She's in a lambo, you're just riding moped's
Greatest of all time, is not even a question
Crazy thing is that she's just a freshmen
With swag like hers, how she steals the base
Call her Mama Cubana, her number is tres
With beautiful eyes and a smile like hers
Call her big three, like she plays for the Spurs
What im tryna say is goodluck in your game
Play hard out there, make 'em remember your name
Just remember that you're the best that there is
Be a boss out there, and go handle your biz
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