Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Moon & Stars Remix , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Release date: 10.01.2011
Song language: English
Moon & Stars Remix |
| So I ride, I lean, I crawl |
| Do it better than them all |
| Let the road be my guide |
| As I glide in candy cars |
| Underneath the moon and the stars |
| Yeah, yo, my digital dash, as I mash on the gas |
| Don’t know where I’m going fast, but I’m going there |
| Stop at the club, forever sure there’s some hoes in there |
| Shaking they ass, looking for players with dough to share, but that ain’t me |
| though |
| Before I trick on a bust-it baby, I’m outta the do' |
| If you are looking for saving shawty, I’m not your hero |
| More like a guide |
| I can take you where you want, would you look in my eye? |
| Like you supposed to, cold enough to froze ya |
| Talking bout that pimping you already been exposed to |
| Far from being sober, let’s travel into space while |
| Puffing on this Yoda, glowing like a lightsaber |
| Doing what the grownups do |
| Be grateful that this game was bestowed upon to you |
| Cause backstabbing betrayers divide, don’t listen to |
| Cause they front, but they don’t, do what I do |
| Cause they will never ever be pimps |
| Laid back on that butterscotch |
| Got my paint lookin' peppermint |
| Pull up pacin on pokers, puffin' that purple it’s evident |
| Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars in my evidence |
| Louie V don’t see haters no focus cuz they irrelevant |
| Comin' thru like the president/Wave at my boppers n droppers |
| I let my trunk do the jump n they flag us down n they stop us |
| Flock us like waka. |
| Like tv shows they watch us. |
| you see these hoes? |
| Mesmerized like khalifa Pulled up in a slab do you see these fours |
| This ain’t no Taaka, this purple drink. |
| Do you see me pour? |
| And my cup got them double stacks like that X/do u see me roll? |
| Paint wet like it’s aroused, So high i can kiss the clouds |
| I roll up them sour flowers and smoke till I’m lookin Yao |
| I’m stuck on this country shit I’m southern just like the college |
| Neck bones, cornbread, candy yams, and my greens collard |
| Crawlin just like a toddler pradas pushin them pedals down |
| Jackers keep me in magneto mode, I keep that medal 'round |
| I be obliged if you stepped outside |
| Smokin' that bum ass shit bitch |
| You get no play in this ride |
| Butta' soft high |
| They built many 'vettes after mine but I think they did it best in '89 |
| Idlin' at the red light mindin' my business |
| Holdin' my weed low with a slight crack in my windows |
| Playin' all three of my mirrors |
| I ain’t nervous |
| But I’m certain that them devils tryin' to get me |
| Cause I’m swervin' banging curbs |
| And they can’t stand to see me with it |
| But it don’t stop just provoke me |
| More to drop my top |
| Now be planetarium status |
| Flickin' ashes in the big dippa' |
| You ain’t as high as me mista |
| Eye screwin' your sista' from a fifty foot distance |
| Now she missin' caught up in a twista', Tropicana |
| Pour me up a glass of tang |
| Roll up some of that NASA, mane |