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message 3 - moonie 900 lyrics

[verse]
i hate a n*gga that run to the internet
p*ssy ass rap n*gga making me sick
focused on what another n*gga doin’
then run and go gossip just like a lil’ b*tch
if you would go post on the smoke on the internet
you ain’t no gangsta, you really a snitch
whatever happened to keepin’ this sh*t in the streets?
y’all tell fo’ you even get hit
we can handle this sh*t like some gentlemen
or we can pop out in traffic, just take you a pick
how you wanna play it, that’s how we gon’ play it
don’t make me no difference, ’cause i’m with the sh*t
i gave ‘еm a chance, and them lil’ n*ggas blew it
now thеy gotta choose, ar*p or the switch
i promise you, i’m not a regular rapper
i’m bound to get active if you play with the clique
n*ggas be hatin’ and speaking on my n*ggas
come do some slidin’ or get off our d*ck
it ain’t ever no duckin’ or dodgin’ with my n*ggas
we be outside trying to slide in the ‘vic
say, lil’ moonie a dawg*ass n*gga
you know what? my daddy a bully, i came out a pit
i had to drop out on me a new flea collar
i only paid 3 to get rid of a tick
he a college boy but he just act hood
he ain’t ready to die, he just rap good
tre five*seven, the handle got black wood
get a rap n*gga smoked out a backwood
.556 lift him up like a jacked hood
where the clip that be longer than shaq foot
n*gga sweet than a b*tch, get his pack took
leave his top in his lap like a mac book
tell a n*gga to step fo’ we step on somethin’
have him holdin’ his breath when them steppas comin’
n*gga act like a ho when it come to n*ggas
but he tough than a b*tch tryna check a woman
f*ck a post n*gga, speak with yo’ chest or somethin’
play with nine double*0 get a vest or somethin’
if it’s smoke, better go talk to god about it
i’m a deacon, you play and i’m blessin’ somethin’
moonie 900 i’m a big ole’ ape
pop up at a show with a big ole’ drac
leave a n*gga sh*t rare like a big ole’ steak
big nine hundred eatin’ off a big ole’ plate
n*ggas say we stealin’ songs, that’s big ole’ hate
put a hole in his body, that’s a big ole’ shape
got grazed in the head, that’s a big ole’ scr*pe
tryna leave his sh*t hangin’ like a big ole’ drape
gang

- moonie 900 lyrics

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