Lyrics More - Moss, Chuuwee

More

Yeah, blast and bring it to em, give em more
MoSS, MoSS, Chuuwee, Joe
Aye yo
Who rocks the party
That rocks, rocks your body
I got, got the shotty
I blast and bring it to em
Give em more, more, more
Yo all I want in my life’s that black I’ll enjoy
Don’t try to challenge it, you got to be accounted for
Another black man lost, unaccounted
As of war in the streets that we’re running out of powder for
Street knowledge is a whole different game
From the music, bullshit I’m looking like a fucking amateur
Wrestle for a dog in them all black clad fours
I innovated those G codes and the patent for it
What you striking for homie had to ask him for it
Chimes in like sheep and he ain’t even have an answer for it
It was loaded when I wrote it, hope you noticed it was dope
And when I’m kicking inna get in on the backing force
So what the fuck I need to practice for
Even with the best that half court ain’t a bad boy
Swear, Mike Jordan woulda ran for it
Even though as soon as I get home I’m a trash hoe
Who rocks the party
That rocks, rocks your body
I pump to Bob Marley
You hard but I’m about
To bring em more, more, more, more
Bring em more, more, more, more
Give em more, more, more
Who rocks the party
That rocks, rocks your body
I got, got the shotty
I blast and bring it to em
Give em more, more, more, more
Give em more, give em more
Who rocks the party
That rocks, rocks your body
I pump to Bob Marley
You hard but I’m about
To bring em more, more, more, more
Bring em more, more, more, more
Okay all I need in this life of sin
Is a Skype and the phones I can write up in
They tell me watch for the snakes keep an eye on them
They’ll try to get you while you sleep
No such thing as a friend
I got MoSS bird that pump, pump to pump action
Chumps get humped and slumped and fucked after
Sirens and law enforcement we Casper
Get more ghost than poltergeist after
And now popping like a human ghetto blaster
The way I make noise all over the place bastard
The way I leave skids all over they damn face
I’m a nutcase motherfucker you hear what this track say
They shoulda never gave me the snapbacks, worse than Nike’s
Cause now they wanna wrap back
Ya, yap, yap, while I’m at the trap
They don’t get no Willy’s
We gon' bring them back
Who rocks the party
That rocks, rocks your body
I pump to Bob Marley
You hard but I’m about
To bring em more, more, more, more
Bring em more, more, more, more
Give em more, more, more
Who rocks the party
That rocks, rocks your body
I got, got the shotty
I blast and bring it to em
Give em more, more, more, more
Give em more, give em more
Who rocks the party
That rocks, rocks your body
I pump to Bob Marley
You hard but I’m about
To bring em more, more, more, more
Bring em more, more, more, more
Alright, alright