
Moonlight Drippin So Pretty
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[Chorus]
I'm in the moonlight thinkin' 'bout pain, put my foot on they neck, and I'm breakin' the dash
As soon as you saw me dressed in all black, put my wrist up, got yo' ass in a trance
(Oohoh-oh-oh)
[Post-Chorus]
I be in my lane, baby, and I'ma go fast
I don't care about the fuckin' fame, baby, I know it won't last
But how the fuck do I keep blowin' these racks?
How the fuck did you keep goin' out sad?
Got a .30 on me and it's makin' me say, "Grrah"
(Oohoh-oh-oh)
[Chorus]
I'm in the moonlight thinkin' 'bout pain, put my foot on they neck, and I'm breakin' the dash
As soon as you saw me dressed in all black, put my wrist up, got yo' ass in a trance
(Oohoh-oh-oh)
[Post-Chorus]
I be in my lane, baby, and I'ma go fast
I don't care about the fuckin' fame, baby, I know it won't last
But how the fuck do I keep blowin' these racks?
How the fuck did you keep goin' out sad?
Got a .30 on me and it's makin' me say, "Grrah"
(Oohoh-oh-oh)
I'm in the moonlight thinkin' 'bout pain, put my foot on they neck, and I'm breakin' the dash
As soon as you saw me dressed in all black, put my wrist up, got yo' ass in a trance
(Oohoh-oh-oh)
[Post-Chorus]
I be in my lane, baby, and I'ma go fast
I don't care about the fuckin' fame, baby, I know it won't last
But how the fuck do I keep blowin' these racks?
How the fuck did you keep goin' out sad?
Got a .30 on me and it's makin' me say, "Grrah"
(Oohoh-oh-oh)
[Chorus]
I'm in the moonlight thinkin' 'bout pain, put my foot on they neck, and I'm breakin' the dash
As soon as you saw me dressed in all black, put my wrist up, got yo' ass in a trance
(Oohoh-oh-oh)
[Post-Chorus]
I be in my lane, baby, and I'ma go fast
I don't care about the fuckin' fame, baby, I know it won't last
But how the fuck do I keep blowin' these racks?
How the fuck did you keep goin' out sad?
Got a .30 on me and it's makin' me say, "Grrah"
(Oohoh-oh-oh)
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