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letra de moon - b-white5200

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these b-tches not feeling me

i don’t want friends these n-ggas my enemies

they are my clones they stealing swag tryna copy my ident-ty

i’m off of bean talking to demons tryna drain me from my energy

shoot at yo top not at yo vest knock yo head like you kennedy

i think these drugs are my remedies

don’t f-ck up my mood

don’t f-ck up my mood

don’t f-ck up my mood

{verse 1}

yeah, taking these trips the moon

sipping on lean till i snooze

these hoes pick and chose, they got me confused

woke up im geeking don’t know what today is

amiri on me make these n-ggas look basic

these triple s’s but i don’t rock no laces

bwhite a goat yeah you that i embrace it

god d-mn i’m on the perc and the xan

bathing ape came from j-pan

i swear i’m in love with these bands

cop a new coupe don’t want no sedan

i’m up in sp-ce yeah i’m in the trans

these n-ggas so lame they don’t understand

stay ten toes down yeah you know i’m the man

i think these drugs is my remedies

don’t f-ck up my mood

don’t f-ck up my mood

don’t f-ck up my mood

{verse 2}

i cannot f-ck with that lil b-tch cause toxic

double c 3m i shine when im walking

look at jewles yes lil b-tch yes im flossing

overseas drip yeah my pants came from loftin

i might pour a 4 in this liter

finna f-ck that hoe once then just leave her

off the molly, she be prancing

look at the diamonds they dancing

it’s gbg ain’t no questions

stezzey on here he gone bless it

rock ball main all to the jacket

pull and hop out the coupe

sp-ce ship vroom vroom

acid tripping off the shrooms

my body fly to the moon

f-ck that b-tch in my own room

f-ck that b-tch in my own coupe

all these b-tches they want to fw with me

she wanna hang around and pop a lil bean

she say she want more she tuned to a fiend

these hoes come and go they get p-ssed to the team

5200 on me this, for my gang gbg

florida boy b-tch yeah i glee

off the moly and the lean

it got me caught in a dream

codine with promethazine

xanny bar by the 3

b-tch i’m geeked

b-tch im geeked

these b-tches not feeling me

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i don’t want friends these n-ggas my enemies

they are my clones they stealing swag tryna copy my ident-ty

i’m off of bean talking to demons tryna drain me from my energy

shoot at yo top not at yo vest pop off yo head like you kennedy

i think these drugs are my remedies

don’t f-ck up my mood

don’t f-ck up my mood

don’t f-ck up my mood

- b white5200

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