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letra de watch the moon - your auntie

[intro]
i watch the moon
let it run my mood
can’t stop thinking of you
i watch you (now i let it go)
(and i watch as things play out like)
so long nice to know you i’ll be
moving on, auntie

[chorus: ssgkobe]
i don’t got time for a b-tch, treesh
n-ggas be envying me
i walk with some heat
you run up on me, delete
i got the diamonds on me
i’m feeling so flee, your b-tch wanna see me
she got some ass in petite
i’m rubbin’ the cheeks
i’m pullin’ the p
oh, a opp just died, that’s tough
in the streets, they ain’t showing no love
want bucks, i don’t want no love
keep all that sh-t, i ain’t interested in love
keep all that sh-t, i ain’t taking your drugs
walkin’ around with my hand on my gun
they tryna send me up straight to the doves
they tryna send mе up straight to the sun
[verse 1: tj!]
oh yeah, i had to get on my
i had to gеt on my
i had to get on my racks
i’m finna hit it like that
gotta b-tch you know she gon smack
lil shawty eat it like a snack
lil b-tch we gon pray
i’ll shoot an opp today
p-ssy n-gga you know i don’t play
we got bullets flying through his face
your b-tch tryna party with me
your b-tch tryna vibe with the team
freddy krueger pull up in your dreams
finna run through your b-tch like a meet
i’m finna get in it crazy
she finna cry like a baby
throwin’ a scene like i’m brady
packin’ the mail like dababy
i’m shootin’ my shot like im k.d
and you know i don’t miss check the k.d
your b-tch gettin’ wet yeah, she wavy
i’m finna slide in your lady
brand new benz mercedes
with a white b-tch slim shady
with the sabaton, b-tch call me k.c
beat a n-gga ass, devin haney
them p-ssy n-ggas never pay me
i’m with your b-tch like a baby
i’m with the queen like i’m jay-z
[verse 2: your auntie]
yeah, i hit from the back
you tell me you love me, now that’s cap
when i say that i love you, that’s real facts
like how are you a white girl rapping on trap?
it’s me and tj!, kobe
yeah, we be like sam and colby
destroy me, not talkin’ lonely
shut the h-ll up, you a phony
shut the h-ll up, you a lame
and she uses me just for fame
feel like faygo, hate when it rain
i’m an angel, all of god
n-ggas lyin’, better stop
bae, i got that better stock
i’m from a suburban block

- your auntie

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