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letra de moon star - erik sanders

woah woah woah woah
woah woah woah woah
woah woah woah woah
woah woah
huh…

back with the gang, we cannot lose
pour up the pint it got me feeling loose
bleed what i bang, i cannot choose
what i wanna wear just to flex up on you
ride through the rain but i chop off the roof
she on a perc i could tell how she move
you say the word imma up it and shoot
when i get to sippin i go to the moon

you did me wrong you not my woe you cannot roll yeah
(you can’t roll)
i just know how to ball when i pick up the phone
its that money on call yeah
(brrr brrr)
chrome heart frames, amiri the denim or saint laurent yeah
and i’m like 5 some but i stand on my money
i’m 6’5 tall yeah
i got shooters on go
i’m smokin dope cause i gotta cope woah
i got snow white on blow
she back stage stuffin her nose woah
in my rick owens coat i keep me a pole
i pray it don’t fall woah
and her best friend stay c-ck blockin like she bol bol
mud thicker than blood
imma pour my soul out of my cup
baby i don’t give a f-ck
tell your bestie cause i’m pullin up (skrrr)
better double it up when you suck
swear to god that i can’t get enough
i can’t count up this money enough (oh yeah)
back with the gang, we cannot lose
pour up the pint it got me feeling loose
bleed what i bang, i cannot choose
what i wanna wear just to flex up on you
ride through the rain but i chop off the roof
she on a perc i could tell how she move
you say the word imma up it and shoot
when i get to sippin i go to the moon

i jut stepped up in the bank
moonwalkin in margiela’s (woo)
i’m beyond drip, i make it rain
don’t need a umbrella yeah
countin my money in front of my b-tch
i know she jealous (jealous)
b-tch i got green, b-tch i got sauce just like relish yeah (ooo)
spent a racky on the kicks i wear the most
she would f-ck a animal cause i’m the goat
could never die bout a b-tch, no ghost
but keep a tommy on me in the ghost
hear the splash when i hit it got her wet
imma kick her out if she can’t dress
i could pull up f-ck your b-tch no text
ride around bullet proof no vest
i don’t scrub no air forces, i just cop the re-up
and i know your man hate me
but he jockin wanna be us
glitter my neck so d-mn gorgeous
see me beamin in a beamer (skrrr)
i really wouldn’t want to be ya
feel like myself when i’m
back with the gang, we cannot lose
pour up the pint it got me feeling loose
bleed what i bang, i cannot choose
what i wanna wear just to flex up on you
ride through the rain but i chop off the roof
she on a perc i could tell how she move
you say the word imma up it and shoot
when i get to sippin i go to the moon

woah woah woah woah
woah woah woah woah
woah woah woah woah
woah woah woah

- erik sanders

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