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letra de moonlight - kurrqn

n-gga yo b-tch cheating get yo money up you rocking abercrombie
all these b-tches just keep on chasing like i’m a zombie
n-gga keep on playing ima send him to the lobby
n-gga keep on playing get some money get a hobby
and she begging for the meat fin feed her the salami
high as f-ck just like a rocket like giovanni
if we pull up, he fold like origami
n-ggas know that i keep an eddy just like gianni
n-ggas know that i keep an eddy just like i’m murphy
n-gga fin get slain we not gon show him any mercy
slay that n-gga slow and he know i’m not in a hurry
uncle bald as f-ck gon fly him out send him to turkey
and she think she sl!ck she gonna play mе like piano
i let out the tommy think i’m running outta ammo
n-ggas think thеy tuff but to me they can’t hold a candle
got it on my hip something that you can’t even handle
got it on my hip and that sh-t big it’s finna bust
hit him in the belly shoot till i think it’s enough
fill him up with slugs and that sh-t loud it gonna bang
loot that n-gga body we running straight to the bank
baddie 5’11 like a tree she gon get chopped down
n-gga you not sl!ck i can read you as if your palms out
standing on allat f-cking money i’m f-cking tall now
n-gga get no greeting no even an “os alam” now
hua hua where the main?
switched up on her fast and she never gon be the same
i say this sh-t out loud and i know i’m the one to blame
like d-mn. what have i became
say this sh-t out loud and now a n-gga kinda miss her
all up in her highlights i cannot seem to resist her
other fish in the sea but they know i’m not a fisher
f-ck that i’m in the club throwing 50s at a stripper
b-tch im throwing 50s this money going to waste
hua cha hua poi i throw it to the face
b-tch theres only one of me someone you cant replace
you cannot replace me im yelling b-tch im enraged
used to be romantic and that sh-t was lowkey stupid
n-gga learned his lesson all these b-tches f-cking ruthless
n-gga don’t know how to cope these b-tches f-cking useless
n-ggas don’t know that i’m pulling strings just like acoustic
i’m innat trackhawk i’m going fast
going bout 350 yards on the dashhhhuhh
(1,2,1,2, go!!)
going bout 150 miles b-tch i go
12 getting too active i’m on the low
n-gga want beef tell him send me the lo
b-tch we gon jump him he don’t even know
b-tch we got jump him for now just act cool
that b-tch so wet she wet just like the pool
pull out the swords b-tch it’s time for a duel
take out my gun n-gga you is a fool
b-tch you a dutt you get cooked like a recipe
i beat her man’s and she still tryna message me
claims he on the streets he really from sesame
all these fake young n-ggas gon be the death of me

- kurrqn

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