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lirik lagu half moons with wave intentions – left lane didon

[verse 1: left lane didon]
sh*t, n*gga
peep
the [?], classic; stan smith
barely trained, i was handpicked
my little brother got the pan hit, cooking fish
meticulously moving the jar, don’t let a gram slip
no mixed signals, check the bandwidth
living life like “as if…”, the bl!ck got a tanned grip
i don’t stand in the mix, they booking sh*t
you overzealous, you destined to get canned quick
by the look of it, i’m looking it
i’m the sh*t, you on the outside looking in
you looking thin, we eating well
stepped in the mass smelling like pressure, they can’t believe the smell
i’m reading mail from city and young foolie
lil daz been in the holy, unruly, one toolie cup of deuceie
i switched to perry rum, right through me
you already see me and say “that’s one hard cool*ie”
backyard bully, throw your frisbee in the tree
you don’t got enough to get peep, n*gga please
you don’t got enough bread to get a beat
so you figure you can get with me? you must be sniffing deep

[chorus: left lane didon]
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions
and bullets ain’t got no names to mention
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions
and bullets ain’t got no names to mention, n*gga
[verse 2: jay nice]
it’s flair jordan with the foul*line dunk
flashing tns ‘cross the board, i win all awards
i’m in for the war, you ain’t outside, chump
you be on the ‘gram hoping that you clout rise up
loud side, times done changed, new minds run strange
f*ck the fame, i’d rather die unfazed
pitching snow in ’08, them was the side young days
used to ride and puff haze and catch the sky’s sun rays
now i bask in the worth that i grab with the work
had to make my own path and give back to the dirt
green rising like the grass, now the fashion is perfect
supreme sneak’ black and purple when it’s matching the merch
new lucini hat, i don’t believe the cap you speaking, scr*p
cease the yapping or see what happens when this heat’d clap
brrrat, top looking like an open pumpkin
stay silent, get dough, that’s the code of hustling
immobiliare, east legends spitting sharp kitanas
palming dollars, daddy kane when i toss madonna
proper, fendi fur on the floss, i’m father
stop hating son ’cause i don’t wanna be forced to pop ya
i gotcha

[chorus: left lane didon & jay nice]
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions (ya)
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions (right?)
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions (facts)
and bullets ain’t got no names to mention (right?)
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions (ya, ya)
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions (right?)
n*ggas got half moons with wave intentions (ya, ya)
and bullets ain’t got no names to mention, n*gga (drrrrrt)
[outro: jay nice]
‘f*ck outta here man, sucka
pull your f*ckin pants up, my n*gga
n*ggas look silly out here
immobiliare
302 sh*t

- left lane didon

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