Testo BLUE MOON - E Bangga
Testo della canzone BLUE MOON (E Bangga), tratta dall'album TOO OFFICIAL
Drop it low I capture that
AP freeze the world back
The hittas wanna pop tags
She keep calling like I'm dad
Fake niggas' bound to fold
Paper planes we throw the load
Kick shit a dynamo
Reaching for me no no no
Blue moon
I need roll Royce & Bentley coupe
I'm a boss man on my resume
Them bullets flying through the room
Blue moon
I can't say much' but keep it true
Night time you be getting spooked
Throwing 20s & them Blues
Blue moon
I need roll Royce & Bentley coupe
I'm a boss man on my resume
Them bullets flying through the room
Blue moon
I can't say much' but keep it true
Night time you be getting spooked
Throwing 20s & them Blues
Kodak shots
Nigga hand stuck in the pot
Ready to work the block
Already said fuck the opps
Smoking em ' la la la
We put on gas mask
Can't take my foot off the gas
I'll have the last laugh
It's time to get mad cash fast
I come in the building say fill up the bag
Society say I'm a menace a ass
Sorry I did not know how to act
Brodie had told me let's push out the bags
Lets get in our bags
Legendary Willy Nelson
On the beat i fuckin nailed it
Trophies for the team
Demons in our dreams
Trynna find the light
The dark amusing
Bunch of wet dreams and red beams
I been that dope nigga you might OD
On my right wrist its a gulf stream
Blue moon
I need roll Royce & Bentley coupe
I'm a boss man on my resume
Them bullets flying through the room
Blue moon
I can't say much' but keep it true
Night time you be getting spooked
Throwing 20s & them Blues
Blue moon
I need roll Royce & Bentley coupe
I'm a boss man on my resume
Them bullets flying through the room
Blue moon
I can't say much' but keep it true
Night time you be getting spooked
Throwing 20s & them Blues
Fuck with me so supreme
Gucci how I love to be
G till I D.I.E
Chopsticks Vietnamese
Life a puzzle get a piece
Never come crashing down
Niggas hide behind a mouse
Know them niggas in your house
Loaded it's a damn scene
Blood now the shirt ehhh
Suck she had bad genes
I never care what they think
Touch em up like its ink
A hero with a villian team
Ya bitch laid down in pink
Blood on a nigga mink
Blood all in my drink yea
Credits
Writer(s):
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.