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Текст песни Dom Corleo - The Moon
They like how you do it, got racks when I flew in
Outside with the gang, I'm tryna put that crew in
Bands comin, make my bitch go count it up
10k for a stunt, what the fuck I made this month?
I wanna show you what it's like to be in the studio for a month
I'm tryna show you what it's like to put three five up in yo blunt
Just be patient, just be patient, run it up
Count your paper, we don't give a fuck
They ain't make us, God made me
They tried to hate on me
They tried to take it all away from me
I'm ballin' on them with no brakes on me
Pockets fatter than ya big homie
And you know I keep a K on me
I shoot it in your face if you ever try to take from me
And if I'm in a shootout, then you better pray for me
Not because I'm fina lose, pray for the case homie
Cause they gon' try to come and pin this murder case on me
And I don't know what ima do
Cause I was never good in school
So I ain't thinkin' nothin' through
That's why I'm always on the move
That's why I'm higher than the moon
Everything I say true
You always gotta be prepared, that's why I keep a blunt and a tool
And you know I keep a pair cause my bitches like other bitches too
Shawty said ima rude boy when I lay it down, it's rude
Back to the bullshit, so you know I'm hungry again
I think that I wanna go solo cause I'm independent again
And shawty, I don't wanna fuck you if you is not bringin' a friend
I'm whippin' this hoe like a hellcat but I just be up in this benz
Hold up, I gotta pull my jeans up
I'm hungry again, again
I'm independent again, again
I'm hungry again, yeah
I told them I'm hungry again, yeah
They like how you do it
Got racks when I flew in
Outside with the gang
I'm tryna put that crew in
Bands comin
Make my bitch go count it up
10k for a stunt
What the fuck I made this month?
I wanna show you what it's like to be in the studio for a month
I'm tryna show you what it's like to put three five up in your blunt
Just be patient
Run it up, count your paper
We don't give a fuck, they ain't make us
God made me