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dash stokes - moonrocks lyrics

i put my d-ck all in her tummy and she liked it
she f-ck me good that’s cause she know that i’ma flight risk
i lace the blunt with moonrocks for excitement
traded gotta latina for a white b-tch
i took a model girl out to my photoshoot
she thought the sh-t was for her but she ain’t that cute
i p-ssed the b-tch a light to hold she gotta actin rude
i drove her to her addy since she had an additude
these b-tches don’t know about the godwulf
and i ain’t met one yet that i love
but they ride it like they love it low mileage
she gon’ try to make this sh-t a thing with my luck
i can’t think about giving a hoe my time yet
roll my blunts thin and smoke em like they cigarettes
first the money, then respect
so first the verse, and the check
then you get
p-ssy, power, companies, affiliates
i’m just tryna teach my n-ggas to invest
you want your life in someone else hands? bet
but f-ck all that they want that yeah i’m with my dogs sh-t
they want that pulling hoes and then we f-ck em raw sh-t
i’m nauseous, she talking
i’m offering, this hard d-ck
that’s all b-tch
they all get
obnoxious
cautious
be cautious
these girls got no conscience
and im just
so off it
i lost it
i caught it
don’t f-ck with
don’t f-ck with me now
i put my d-ck all in her tummy and she liked it
she f-ck me good that’s cause she know that i’ma flight risk
i lace the blunt with moonrocks for excitement
traded gotta latina for a white b-tch
my money do what i need it to do and that’s all im sayin
the album’s done that sh-t in my speakers it’s all i’m playin
don’t like repeating myself if i do i’m super sayin
i know you gotta favorite rapper i’m just his replacement
that n-gga p-ssy
i just beat that on the usual
still got his wife doin hula hoops
she ride shotgun in this silver coup
he gon’ pretend he don’t know the truth
snapchat him off her sh-t give him proof
you just caught me in an awful mood
if you catch me slipping you better choose
you best k!ll me or i’m k!lling you
f-ck all that sh-t what i got to lose
f-ck
this house burns around me i’m still okay
i just pretend on my bad days
if you don’t f-ck with me then that’s great
i only care what the bag say
so load up your clip let the mag spray
that sh-t will not keep yo -ss safe
send them shots we meet you halfway

- dash stokes lyrics

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