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letra de nighttime - momunay

verse 1 (kacpa):

in the night time when the luna singing lullaby
sun go bye bye, sky turn to dark side anakin, she babbling
when all you wanna do is go back to the crib and smash again
what a gain it would be in a game that would seem to appear strangely to ya benefit
i bend her, she fit, breath where i hear, forgive all her rambling, that -ss got me handling
make her sing all the way up there, where we go, where we go
that proper pippin lead you to that -ss at last, after liquors and different things
i steer, couldn’t get my hands up off her, got her vibratin’ ring through ya chakra
we steam up some broccoli, pour up a gl-ss of jesus blood
you madonna probably i love my kinda hannah
if your roll up marijuana, we could go in the sauna
where the light breach the visible surface, this indivisible circus
a purpose yearning for the collective mind, she brag about the wine i bought
cltvt these dimes a lot, @muf-ckthegov my handalot, prepare for war
molotov sailing through the thick air, thumb to my bic, air
bong rip there, i set a bomb where the capital, that palpable, where adam apple loom, my word doom…

verse 2 (gri$walt):

on the mic get set go, i hit em with flows stronger then rapids
bytch i’m rabid with the rapping on you rabbits
habits of the stacking and smoking, i’m never acting, i’m coaching up
all these little f-cks, trynna catch a buck
you outta luck, there ain’t no foot all on your keychain
captain hooking all you peter pans i bring that t-pain
mentally insane from the strains in my brain
i light a new l every time that i switch a lane
thats just some sh-t that i learned at a young phase
treat ya self to keep ya health in this tough age
creator of shame, champ’iane in the game, i spit the flame
keep the brain on line, i’m worth ya d-mn time
i don’t need a punchline
the rhythm is created, when faded, fade off my d-ck i’m not g-y bytch
i’ve been debated and hated
but i’m still skating or grinding like nyjah
ho i was born a messiah
chiefing green til’ i expire
i’m rollin more then some tires
got them knock out bars making all you hoes retire
the top is my desire
my dome is clear like a visor
it’d be smart if you just step back, enjoyed and admired…

- momunay

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