Moon & Stars

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So I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
 Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
 Underneath the moon and the stars
 Yo, my digital dash as I mash on the gas
 Don't know where I'm going fast but I'm goin there
 Stop at a club foreva sho there's some hoes in there
 Shakin they ass lookin for playas with dough to share
 But that ain't me though
 Before I trick on ya bussy baby
 I'm outta the door
 If you were looking for savings shawty
 I'm not your hero
 More like the guy that can take you where wanted to just look in my eye
 Like you suppose to cold enough to froze ya
 Talking bout that pimpin that you already been exposed to
 Far from being sober let's travel into space while
 Puffin on this yoda blowin like a light saber
 Doin what the grown ups do
 Be grateful that this game be bestowed up onto you
 Those backstab men betrayed us advise don't listen to
 Cause they front but they don't do what I do cause they will never ever be pimps
 O I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
 Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
 Underneath the moon and the stars
 Runnin back on that butterscotch
 Got my paint lookin peppamint
 Pull a pace in a pokas puffin that purple that's evident
 Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars through my evidence
 Louie v don't see haters no focus cause they irrelevant
 Comin through like the president
 Wave at boppas and droppas
 I let my trunk do the jump
 And they flag us down and they stop us
 Flock us like waka like tv shows they watch as you see these hoes
 Mesmerized like khalifa
 Pulled up in slab do you see these fours
 This is ain't not time for dis purple
 Drink do you see me pour
 And my cook got them double stacks like that x
 Do you see me roll
 Paint wet like it's aroused
 So high I can kiss the clouds
 I roll up in sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin yow
 I'm stuck on this country shit
 I'm southern just like the college
 Neck bones cornbread candy yams and my greens colli
 Crawlin just like a talla pradas pushin them pedals down
 Jackas keep me in Magneto mode I keep that metal round
 O I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
 Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
 Underneath the moon and the stars
 I be obliged if you stepped outside
 Smoking that bum ass shit bitch
 You get no play in this ride
 Butta soft high
 They built many vettes after mine but I think they did it best in 89'
 Idling at the red light mindin my business
 Holdin my weed low with a slight crack in my windows
 Playin all three of my mirrors
 I ain't nervous
 But I'm certain that them devils tryin to get me
 Cause I'm swerving banging curbs
 And they can't stand to see me with it
 But it don't stop just provoke me
 More to drop my top
 Now be planetarium status
 Flickin ashes in the big dippa
 You ain't as high as me mista
 I's screwin your sister
 From a fifty foot distance
 Now she missin caught up in a twista
 Tropicana pour me up a glass of tang
 Roll up some of that NASA mane
 Yessir
 O I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all
 Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars
 Underneath the moon and the stars

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Duration
03:49
Key
11
Tempo
178 BPM

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