Lyrics:
the moonlight it’s cocaine white
Sara’s getting naughty and Johnny’s getting high
The drink is in my body I got you by my side
My mamas gonna call me I know it’s
the pit with me
Swear I could make it off the music man against all odds
I mean maybe but let's face these facts
Y'all are getting high for free when I lace
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,
When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,
Brooklyn
safe, nigga, third base
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel
Shell it off like last time I let it off (let it let)
Fucking Dino wit da sound, triceratops (Dino)
Got my people everywhere call it mega squad
scars
You said that looks like it hurts and burned off your cigar
I don't ever want to see your face again so...
Don't call me to stand by your side
phoney
I'm as real as it gets
Your homie soft and he pussy
I'd rather chill with his bitch
Finna set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch
Double
just Beyoncé lemonades
John Lennon ways, till the bullet ricochets
I’m true, new and improved ways
To say facts, in-fact everything I do say is never off
ain't open up doors, that's business
We knocked those things off the motherfunkin' hinges
Whoever said we fell off, I have no taste for it
We couldn't
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
your future's yours to abuse
So call me when he's bored & calls it fuckin' quits
Either way, we both know the truth
That I'm better off without you
You
Pop off police pull me over
Believe I got a compartment
And now gotta stash it
Must I just remind ya n*****
When I come through
Know that I am
Stunting for them bitches
Off a fifth of remy
Pissy drunk fucking with my niggas
Put the regal on some 6’s then I slap some sounds in it
Riding through
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
call my phone
Said I wanna be left alone, be left alone
Please, please don't stop by my home
No, no 'cause I feel it's just matter of time
Till you
a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I
With my name always involved
I'm tryin' to get rid of the baggage
Fake friends I call them has-been
Yeah they mind on stuck
And it's OK if they don't
a fuck about [?] nigga
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off, I just handle mine like a man nigga
I'm on frontline with these bands nigga
Need
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then run my tongue down your neck to your bare
your with it then relax while I spit it on the track now
You can call me this, you can call me that
You can call me sick, in fact please don't call me
Who Im gonna call when i hang my hat
Who the fu l im gonna call i fall off the map
All the cash I’ve blown im make it back
I
Cant go nowhere like
eat your pussy I'ma try it, I'ma kill it, yeah
Ey
When we buy out the club and I call out your bitch she wants suck me off
I traded a lot of that
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm
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