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LETRA
Moonwalkers Gunner, Gunner Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me Pockets full of what? Hella quarters, like I'm 'bout to feed the meter Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers We ain't even parkin' We just spark it and fly frequent Up in the sky, Jesus Gave me high fives, Peter Pan full of yams Trees lit like Christmas Eve I'm so facetious, so indecent F*** the world and leave it speechless Rock that jacket with the cheetah Look like Elvis with these sequins, I'm sayin' Roll up, my ni***, what's the hold up, my ni***? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my ni*** Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my ni*** Got a bag full of green like some groceries, ni*** Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite What you call it when you feel like you're on the moon talkin'? Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin' Movin' backwards, rollin' Backwoods, I don't care who's watchin' EST a fuckin' army, I'm the platoon sergeant Roll up, my ni***, what's the hold up, my ni***? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my ni*** Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my ni*** Got a bag full of green like some groceries, ni*** Look, all I ever wanted was the cash I don't roll it up if it ain't gas Tank full, goin' to the moon I can see the snakes in the grass You could never ever get us, ayy It's a Tommy Hilfiger day Ain't nobody realer than us Ain't nobody triller than us Ayy, Birdman hands on 'em (brrr) Hermes smell on him Bitch you know we comin' out the van Shout out to the fans Early Monday mornin', haha I packed a Tulu bag high as f***, already soarin' Where you goin'? Space station, engine roarin' (woah) Gettin' face in the foreign (yeah) Sex tape like it's porn Space game with the Martians I don't ever do the norm Ayy we only steppin' out for the big shit Champagne supernova type shit Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha Roll up, my ni***, what's the hold up, my ni***? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my ni*** Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my ni*** Got a bag full of green like some groceries, ni*** Roll up, my ni***, what's the hold up, my ni***? Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my ni*** Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my ni*** Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
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