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(Go, go to the moon) Outside with my niggas, we doin' the most Grams on the table, yeah, I been gone At the base and shawty, she tryna bend it over Keep steady, I told 'em I'm on one Why you tryna make me be the bad guy? Why you tellin' people that? Bitch, you a damn liar Pop me a X, young nigga feelin' paralyzed We on go, can't stop, fuck a red light I throw a hundred-fifty for the nails I might put a bad bitch in Chanel I pull back when the shit feel real She want the Molly, she want the pills I throw a hundred-fifty for the nails (Yeah) I might put a bad bitch in Chanel I pull back when thе shit feel real (Yeah) She want thе Molly, she want the pills (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We gon' have to see how this shit pan out A nigga tryna keep it lowkey, I can't stand out But I got money bands on me when I walk out It's fuck you, stand on it, I don't give a fuck now Fuck, get money, ice on me with a buss down Whole gang goin' crazy when I touch down Letras de cancionesJust me and you in a bed be goin' dumb Off the liquor she tryna get knocked down Roll it up, roll it up, niggas talk 'bout the kid like they knowin' sum She hop on the dick my legs goin' numb, yeah She hop on the dick that bitch goin' dumb (Yeah) We got drums and sticks in the back, yeah, my young niggas loaded Put the team on my back and I told 'em a nigga ain't foldin' I throw a hundred-fifty for the nails I might put a bad bitch in Chanel I pull back when the shit feel real She want the Molly, she want the pills I throw a hundred-fifty for the nails I might put a bad bitch in Chanel (Ooh) I pull back when the shit feel real (Yeah) She want the Molly, she want the pills (Yeah, yeah, yeah) She want the Molly, she want the pills From Letras Mania