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letra de where the moon? - lil milk carton

intro:
where the moon?
that im howling to

where the moon?
what it do?
who he shoot?
oh dat dude
pick him up, untie his shoes
hang him up, create a noose

verse 1:
im in my cup, haha, that purple juice
she wanna f-ck, b-tch, who you talkin to?
she need sum milk, b-tch, sip it’ll get you loose
she wanna be a stallion, but that b-tch be lookin like a moose
im still tryna style in it, im pourin up some goose
she wanna ride wit me, im pullin off in a coupe
she getting wild in it, had to tie her up, lasso
she call me the cowboy, b-tch find me in the saloon
she blowin this head up, b-tch fly me a balloon
i got some thugs with me, they call themselves milk goons
i got some activis im pourin up into goop
she wanna g-ngb-ng, i told her “f-ck my crew”
you still can’t hang babe, you not part of my group
you not wit the chain gang, we still stealin that dope
slide into the darkness ima murk a n-gga wit a scope
straight out of the darkness, ima werewolf, and you a goat
yeah, im full sail, ion give a f-ck bout no lil boat
we call ya girl whitney, cuz she always askin for the coke
yeah n-gga you real wimpy, still f-ck your b-tch wit a coat
she think im real pimpin, she slidin over to my pole
verse 2:
they call me santa claus cuz they swear i be so cold
dont got no heart n-gga, and know i’ll steal a b-tch soul
n-ggas talk real sh-t when they think they know and they grown
but im lettin that reel spit, i’ll sn-tch you outta your home
im talkin bout real sh-t, not talkin bout none of you clones
got diamond grillz b-tch, you seein how i floss
she love when them pills hit, she feelin like she da boss
she offa that real sh-t, no lacey sh-t for my own

outro:
turned into a werewolf, im rippin out a n-gga throat
yung dairy does terrible, im disappearing like a ghost x2

- lil milk carton

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