"Moon" lyrics
(Chamberlain, he's got it)
Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, full of that gas
Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, go straight to the moon
Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, then I go straight
Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, then I go straight to the moon
Got a lil' bitch wanna eat my dick, she like, "Sanchy, get a room"
Then I looked at the bitch like, "Ho, you slick, what I look like, Boo-Boo the fool?"
I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, I ain't payin' for shit, stupid bitch better pay her dues
Got tools on tools like mechanics
And them 7.62s automatic
Got a whole gun store in the attic
Put a body on the pole like a dancer
Send a shooter through your roof like it's Santa
Hurricane shit, nigga, red bandanas
Hit your bitch with the hammer [?]
So many jewels, might knock [?]
Get your groove back, she feeling like Stella
Mexican bitch got bricks, Griselda
But she'd rather break tricks, that's Elda
Big Bird, send hits, drop feathers
Make a nigga body drop, my pleasure
Bitch eat my dick with no hands, I'm a Tesla
Then I bodyslam the pussy, I'm a wrestler, uh
Ride in the whip with the tool on
Had school [?] nigga, guess what I do? Get head in the school zone
And everybody seen the bitch give me head when the light was on red
'Cause the motherfuckin' roof gone
Kill a nigga, put the motherfuckin' noose on
And you ain't even gotta lace your boots on
Any nigga try to fight, pussy boy die tonight
This a motherfuckin' shootin' zone, ooh
I was gon' stop, but I keep goin'
I be at the studio while my ho hoein'
Bitch came back, froze one arm
Another bitch came back, froze two arms
Got 'em lookin' like Sandra P, what is you on?
Two white bitches on the futon
Bitches pay me, no coupon
Puerto Rican bitches love me like I'm Big Pun
Bought the Maybach, I'm a big don
Nigga got sauce like Kim Son
So H-Town, call me Enron
Nigga cross me, that's an and-one
Take a nigga soul like [?]
And I'm pimpin' on a bitch, that's for shit sure
If it's smoke, then I'm lightin' up the Crisco
Diamonds dancin' on my neck, bitch, disco
Okay, I'm done, fuck it
Ahh
Psych
Walk put swangers on a big bike
Poured a whole twelve in a lil' Sprite
Sung on a bitch, McKnight
Called up Virgil, got my 'fit right
My shirt green, but it's Off-White
My car look like a house, right
Backseat long like a couch, right
Hurt a nigga bitch, made her ouch, right
Louis V bathrobe
I fucked the bitch with a Louis V mask on
My Louis V flag on
Her pussy supreme, we get our collab on
I'm Drippy the Dragon
I drip out to Asia and show her my bag long
My bitch on a cash phone
She take a few pictures and [?] apps on
Subscribe with your card on
She poppin' that ass and it gave you a hard-on
My Bentley is hard on
And you done paid for it [?] from your smartphone
I spit like a harpoon
When I'm on the track eatin' white shark, holmes
The fuck you done drunk on?
You big on that liquor, get your ass shrunk, holmes
Ooh-wee
Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, full of that gas
Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, go straight to the moon
Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, then I go straight
Get full off that gas, bitch, 93 bags, then I go straight to the moon
Got a lil' bitch wanna eat my dick, she like, "Sanchy, get a room"
Then I looked at the bitch like, "Ho, you slick, what I look like, Boo-Boo the fool?"
I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, I ain't payin' for shit, stupid bitch better pay her dues
Got tools on tools like mechanics
And them 7.62s automatic
Got a whole gun store in the attic
Put a body on the pole like a dancer
Send a shooter through your roof like it's Santa
Hurricane shit, nigga, red bandanas
Hit your bitch with the hammer [?]
So many jewels, might knock [?]
Get your groove back, she feeling like Stella
Mexican bitch got bricks, Griselda
But she'd rather break tricks, that's Elda
Big Bird, send hits, drop feathers
Make a nigga body drop, my pleasure
Bitch eat my dick with no hands, I'm a Tesla
Then I bodyslam the pussy, I'm a wrestler, uh
Ride in the whip with the tool on
Had school [?] nigga, guess what I do? Get head in the school zone
And everybody seen the bitch give me head when the light was on red
'Cause the motherfuckin' roof gone
Kill a nigga, put the motherfuckin' noose on
And you ain't even gotta lace your boots on
Any nigga try to fight, pussy boy die tonight
This a motherfuckin' shootin' zone, ooh
I was gon' stop, but I keep goin'
I be at the studio while my ho hoein'
Bitch came back, froze one arm
Another bitch came back, froze two arms
Got 'em lookin' like Sandra P, what is you on?
Two white bitches on the futon
Bitches pay me, no coupon
Puerto Rican bitches love me like I'm Big Pun
Bought the Maybach, I'm a big don
Nigga got sauce like Kim Son
So H-Town, call me Enron
Nigga cross me, that's an and-one
Take a nigga soul like [?]
And I'm pimpin' on a bitch, that's for shit sure
If it's smoke, then I'm lightin' up the Crisco
Diamonds dancin' on my neck, bitch, disco
Okay, I'm done, fuck it
Ahh
Psych
Walk put swangers on a big bike
Poured a whole twelve in a lil' Sprite
Sung on a bitch, McKnight
Called up Virgil, got my 'fit right
My shirt green, but it's Off-White
My car look like a house, right
Backseat long like a couch, right
Hurt a nigga bitch, made her ouch, right
Louis V bathrobe
I fucked the bitch with a Louis V mask on
My Louis V flag on
Her pussy supreme, we get our collab on
I'm Drippy the Dragon
I drip out to Asia and show her my bag long
My bitch on a cash phone
She take a few pictures and [?] apps on
Subscribe with your card on
She poppin' that ass and it gave you a hard-on
My Bentley is hard on
And you done paid for it [?] from your smartphone
I spit like a harpoon
When I'm on the track eatin' white shark, holmes
The fuck you done drunk on?
You big on that liquor, get your ass shrunk, holmes
Ooh-wee
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Bryan Diaz
