Lyrics:
Moonie don't know Santa’s getting sore
The elves even more making Christmas unjolly
Naughty, naughty girl (O oh)
Naughty, naughty girl (yeah, yeah)
off in my spaceship like I'm Rick and Morty
Still dat Moonie Gang bitch Jumpman over Jordan
NIGGA
Yeah yeah
Time to get this shit in order I ain't
Party me say drink and feel happy, yeah
Me nuh care wha' nobody says
Me come yaso fi enjoy myself
Parrie, mix the Red Rum with the brown cream
Moonie
to move forward
It's been a year, since we talked to each other
spend some time together
That Moonie's step took a larger world to show, oh
When there's
shit right here man
I got to let niggas know what the fuck I stand for
MOONIE GANG
BIG WOODZ
YEAAH
All of my nigga be wit da shits
Straight over seas
and moonie-faced
This could be the place
My baby wants to reside
It’s easy just to stay in bed
Get out of my head
Take off my crown
Queasy ‘bout the things you said
Introduction:
Welcome Pastor Moonie
HalleluYcH ! Glory to YcH
Let the church say cMEIN! YES
Today's sermon Heaven Knows Listen!
cH
Moonie Mia Family
That Country now
Where it all began
Way down south,( Bunbury ) Bibblumun Country ( There now that's my Nanna )
Where she was a young
aren't just what they claim
A moonie a morman a man from mars
A little off track but have nice cars
Repeat chorus
Choir
My precious jesus died upon
The moonie is yellowie and the people are too
They roll eggs on a bar-be-que
I was feeling kinda cocky with head full of saki
Down in chinatown
I got
technique pon me?
And can yuh tongue tickle my fancy?
Check mi pon di Gaza, instantly
Doe wear nuh brazier, nuh fucking panty
And, bring yuh friend fi Moonie
Moonie, this gon' shot, truly
Portmore girl, Kingston girl, Country girl
Jezas Christ gyal ah weh yuh
Get da fat pussy deh?
Buddy question pussy weh
That in cell numbers two, three, and seven were The Who.
Cell number seven
Me and Moonie were in cell number seven
He dribbled on my jacket in cell
Distilling the moonie thats word of my ester
Hahahaha scrap that shit I’m just fucking with you
DJ Kydd run it back… shit
Doot doot doot BLEH
Uh huh huh huh
enough
I don’t know what got into em
I’m finally out in the Boro with KT and Moonie And Rell on a killer run
Just left with a hit and run
My shorty amazing
Distilling the moonie thats word of my ester
Hahahaha scrap that shit I'm just fucking with you
DJ Kydd run it back... shit
Doot doot doot BLEH
Uh huh huh
my dog they rollin wit me no kruella
I’m up in space wit the stars make them align
I’m highed up off dis moonie feel like I’m dying
Just crashed landed
I'm pulling it blaow
It's all bout my cock if you get what I'm saying
If you don't hop on it, then I'll get to spraying
Moonie my broly he go super
on Manchester gotta go Go
Even hit up Moonie Red Ey you down to get Some bobos
Damn nigga whatchu doing up
Chilling Man it's time to make this bread you Been
looney
Sitting on the Moonie and it's hella roomie
Til I'm with my goonies hope I see you soonie
Maybe you can do me
Maybe you can do me
Maybe you can
He
with Henny
I had to kick all the pills, I don't miss them
I bet they miss me
Bitch I'm an animal
Moonie and Casper
Mordecai, Rigby
Breaking bad money,
Distilling the moonie thats word of my ester
Hahahaha scrap that shit I'm just fucking with you
DJ Kydd run it back... shit
Doot doot doot BLEH
Uh huh huh
your sack? I'll serve you something
You want your grave? I'll bury something
Pistol pack Moonie strap on our side, It aint safe
Can't come playing
is nice they say Moonie is looney
But we're not crazy baby
We're just taking ya to new heights while I'm tripping off that moonlight
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