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The Moon
by John X Smith
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You ain't never met nobody like me
She like white like it's her teeth (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She warm in the winter like what is a season? (I dunno)
She want some more pills, but she ain't really need em
She wanted a Gucci bag, I got her Luis Vutton
Bitch I'm the boss like Capone, yeah
I just want more
Ain't gonna stop till I'm on, yeah
Pour up four, I don't need it
I just need racks, I just need racks, yeah
Pedal to the metal, I'm needing more gas
She smoking more gas, yeah
I been paranoid lately (yeah, yeah)
Like fuck you bitch pay me (aw, aw)
Fuck a Rolex need an AP (aw, aw)
Even shining when it's rainy (aw, aw)
I keep a 45 in my backpack
Like where it at if you run up on me?
Got a hundred bitches in my DM's
I could fuck em all, but that don't mean I ain't lonely
Ooh, we up like the moon (up like the moon)
Or up like balloon (yeah, yeah)
We hotter than stew (hotter than, hotter than)
I mob with my crew (oh, yeah)
I'm gassing no juice (gassing, gassing)
I'm sicker than flu (oh, yeah)
For diamonds and jewels (diamond and, diamonds and)
Run up the bank I ain't trippin' off money (no, no)
Killin' this shit they been callin' me Bundy
I been squashin' these bugs they been callin' me bunny
Only fuck with the bitches that know to go dummy
I been running these tracks like a marathon
Bitches all up on me like some pheromones
Finna turn up the heat I don't care at all
Cause my bills goin up like I'm Buffalo, ahh
(Yeah, ooh)
Mmm, chip on my shoulder like I was un-drafted (yeah)
Ooh, trust it been harder than I could imagine, ooh
I just been in the booth I'm just tryna make classics, aw, aw, aw, aw, aw
Ooh, we up like the moon (up like the moon)
Or up like balloon (yeah, yeah)
We hotter than stew (hotter than, hotter than)
I mob with my crew (oh, yeah)
I'm gassing no juice (gassing, gassing)
I'm sicker than flu (oh, yeah)
For diamonds and jewels (diamond and, diamonds and)
They told me to stay in my lane (lane, lane)
Ain't no lane when I'm all in a plane
Yo Noc we went up like some flames
And I stay covered in rain (rain, rain)
Feedback I don't need that, aw, aw
Snakes in the grass I weed wack, aw, aw
Ooh, we up like the moon (up like the moon)
Or up like balloon (yeah, yeah)
We hotter than stew (hotter than, hotter than)
I mob with my crew (oh, yeah)
I'm gassing no juice (gassing, gassing)
I'm sicker than flu (oh, yeah)
For diamonds and jewels (diamond and, diamonds and)
(For diamonds and jewels)
You ain't never met nobody like me
She like white like it's her teeth (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She warm in the winter like what is a season? (I dunno)
She want some more pills, but she ain't really need em
She wanted a Gucci bag, I got her Luis Vutton
Bitch I'm the boss like Capone, yeah
I just want more
Ain't gonna stop till I'm on, yeah
Pour up four, I don't need it
I just need racks, I just need racks, yeah
Pedal to the metal, I'm needing more gas
She smoking more gas, yeah
I been paranoid lately (yeah, yeah)
Like fuck you bitch pay me (aw, aw)
Fuck a Rolex need an AP (aw, aw)
Even shining when it's rainy (aw, aw)
I keep a 45 in my backpack
Like where it at if you run up on me?
Got a hundred bitches in my DM's
I could fuck em all, but that don't mean I ain't lonely
Ooh, we up like the moon (up like the moon)
Or up like balloon (yeah, yeah)
We hotter than stew (hotter than, hotter than)
I mob with my crew (oh, yeah)
I'm gassing no juice (gassing, gassing)
I'm sicker than flu (oh, yeah)
For diamonds and jewels (diamond and, diamonds and)
Run up the bank I ain't trippin' off money (no, no)
Killin' this shit they been callin' me Bundy
I been squashin' these bugs they been callin' me bunny
Only fuck with the bitches that know to go dummy
I been running these tracks like a marathon
Bitches all up on me like some pheromones
Finna turn up the heat I don't care at all
Cause my bills goin up like I'm Buffalo, ahh
(Yeah, ooh)
Mmm, chip on my shoulder like I was un-drafted (yeah)
Ooh, trust it been harder than I could imagine, ooh
I just been in the booth I'm just tryna make classics, aw, aw, aw, aw, aw
Ooh, we up like the moon (up like the moon)
Or up like balloon (yeah, yeah)
We hotter than stew (hotter than, hotter than)
I mob with my crew (oh, yeah)
I'm gassing no juice (gassing, gassing)
I'm sicker than flu (oh, yeah)
For diamonds and jewels (diamond and, diamonds and)
They told me to stay in my lane (lane, lane)
Ain't no lane when I'm all in a plane
Yo Noc we went up like some flames
And I stay covered in rain (rain, rain)
Feedback I don't need that, aw, aw
Snakes in the grass I weed wack, aw, aw
Ooh, we up like the moon (up like the moon)
Or up like balloon (yeah, yeah)
We hotter than stew (hotter than, hotter than)
I mob with my crew (oh, yeah)
I'm gassing no juice (gassing, gassing)
I'm sicker than flu (oh, yeah)
For diamonds and jewels (diamond and, diamonds and)
(For diamonds and jewels)
