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letra de shaq - moeleb

[intro] (lil moe, thesicegod and danny)
yuh
lil moe on the track
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, yuh
aye, aye, aye, aye, yuh, yuh, yuh
aye, aye, aye, for real bruh
this is such a f-cking geek

[verse 1] (lil moe)
best in the game you can call me the goat
whippin’ all these cars while i’m whippin’ on a boat
i be gettin’ money like a tv dinner
sittin’ in my office like i’m a f-ckin’ printer
i ain’t talkin’ bout ink but b-tch i might be
stealin’ all these flows but rappers can’t check me
whippin’ in the foreign but sh-t still domestic
lil moe you know the flow way too majestic

[verse 2] (young leb)
this the fakest sh-t i ever wrote, though
still the greatest story ever told, though
whippin’ my ferrari, that’s a boat, though
i ain’t got no money that’s a boatload, uh
my flow cold like nevada in the summer
swear i’m wide awake, i need a pillow and a cover
everything i spit hard like a f-ckin’ stick of b-tter
the compet-tion quiet, i can barely hear the thunder
and i, i’m way over like i’m under it
never stoppin’ like i’m stutterin’
and i’m droppin’ like i’m hoverin’
eyes wide i be slumberin’ yuh (god d-mn)
i’m makin’ more money than a f-cking money maker
make a wager face of danger, you be prayin’
i be prayin’ like a jew super saiyan [?] [?] i ain’t g-y but

[hook] (young leb and danny)
shaq got a fat -ss d-ck (yuh)
fat -ss d-ck (yuh)
it’s thick as a brick (yuh)
it’s thick as a brick, d-mn
this sh-t is a hit, yuh (yuh)
fat -ss d-ck, yuh (yuh)
this sh-t is a hit, yuh (yuh)
sh-t is a hit
and shaq got a fat -ss d-ck

[verse 3] (lil moe)
got the crown of rap and you know i’ma protect it
p-rn on the big screen, gotta project it
can’t see the haters ‘cause the room too dark
lowkey a snitch but don’t f-ck with a narc
my b-tches red and white like a rca cable
got mad at dinner so i broke the f-ckin’ table
bars so hot that they’re starting to get cold
rockin’ fake chains, i ain’t got bread for gold
my squad blowin’ bag like a motherf-cking cello
lookin’ in my room and all i see is yellow
i be p-ssin’ on the walls, i said “f-ck a toilet”
ice on my wrist, so cold you could boil it
wearin’ all black i call that sh-t a groutfit
real f-cking gangster but not really ‘bout it
i ain’t got a b-tch so you know i gotta fap it
caleb always leavin’ on his gotta take a nap sh-t

[verse 4] (thesicegod)
i be gettin’ money like a television
told me “you should take a seat” but i’m never quittin’
i be missin’ all my shots but i’m never missin’
we got lil moe k!llin’ all the compet-tion
and i cut these b-tches off like a circ-mcision
i’m shinin’ and i’m blinded by the headlights
and i gotta keep it goin’ like a red light
and i’m on my cudi sh-t like day-n-nite (shaq got a fat -ss d-ck)
why these motherf-ckers wanna test me?
like i ain’t got a reason to be k!llin’ them
f-ck keep it a hundred i’m bouta keep it a million
ain’t n0body was on it now everybody feelin’ it
we in the kitchen cookin’ up the hibachi
danny my son, we be choppin’ like i’m mr. miyagi
i gotta put ‘em in position, i’m shootin’ and never missin’
this sh-t is more than a hobby, ain’t a beat i couldn’t body yuh

[outro] (danny)
yuh, aye, no, aye
yuh, yuh, god d-mn
yuh, yuh
yuh, aye, aye

- moeleb

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