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lirik lagu atl smook - go to the moon

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[chorus]
bought a new foreign, upgraded the motor
chains they hanging, but this not a choker
this b~tch she choosing, she want me to choke her
i pop me a perc and i turn to a floater
i’m mixing raf simons with the gosha
keep me a toolie, you know i’m a toter
my shooter ain’t got it out, he quick to blow you
i’m fried on these meds, i need me a chauffeur

[verse]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i think that [?] like a golfer
goyard bag hanging off of my shoulder
vs1 diamonds cold as minnesota
got a bond with this money, we got a lil closer
drop~top benz, i came from toyota
i go to the moon, every time that i roll up
sloppy bankroll, it can’t еven fold up
yeah, yeah, you know i camе out that block
we catch you slipping when ya’ll out with [?]
walk in the saks fifth, i spend me a lot
ain’t cuffing these hoes, i know they all thots
i had to lay low, the block got too hot
we give them halos, we hop out with glocks
got too many bills, i ain’t never seen a drop
soon as it touch down i’ll get in the [?]
[?] swag, i got too many knots
just like a cheetah, got too many spots
your hoe she choosing, tyrna figure me out
i’m riding in that demon, skrrrtt
too much horsepower, i’m spinning it out
b~tch i’ve been turnt way before the clout
don’t want no green lean, i’m pouring it out
this b~tch a eater, i’m tryna see her mouth
she swallowed it all, she don’t spit it out
you know that i’ve been the one, it is no doubt
trap beating hard, broke the doors off the house
these n~ggas telling, they rats not mouse
shoot that stick from the bushes, i’m posed in a crouch
diss on the net, we gon’ see what you ’bout
just like a ceiling fan, air that b~tch out
[chorus/outro]
bought a new foreign, upgraded the motor
chains they hanging, but this not a choker
this b~tch she choosing, she want me to choke her
i pop me a perc and i turn to a floater
i’m mixing raf simons with the gosha
keep me a toolie, you know i’m a toter
my shooter ain’t got it out, he quick to blow you
i’m fried on these meds, i need me a chauffeur
yeah, yeah, yeah
i think that [?] like a golfer
goyard bag hanging off of my shoulder
vs1 diamonds cold as minnesota
got a bond with this money, we got a lil closer
drop~top benz, i came from toyota
i go to the moon, every time that i roll up
sloppy bankroll, it can’t even fold up


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