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