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rondo - m.o.o.n. (rapper) lyrics

[verse 1: swaff]
i ain’t never seen no n-ggas do it better than my n-ggas
splitting swishers, pulling b-tches, stacking money to the ceiling
counting figures, writing scriptures, trying to k!ll to make a living
they don’t get it, that’s our difference
they don’t see the bigger picture but me;
i’m tarantino behind the scene though
i play the game to make the change like its a casino
i’m in my lane until they know my name but that’s just my ego
i ware em’ out and break a leg like i play under pitino
we at the washington park
my n-ggas rolling to spark
yo b-tches is playing her part like she performed at the regal
it can’t be legal how we do in here
full moon the whole crew in here
blunts up, we bouta to fool in here
now gravity is mad at me cause i got pull in here

[verse 2: chill the ill]
okay on point like a decimal
money healthy like vegetables
hungry in this booth i tag it and bag it like its some lunchables
man i eat the p-ssy like cannibal
sm-smoking on that cannabis
these hoes thinking i’m rondo
th-throw the p-ssy i will -ssist
tea-bagging your girl dawg, would’ve thought that i’m drinking brisk
you think i’m talking sh-t now? man guess what you more p-ssed
trying to raise a kid in chicago (yeeah)
sipping wine though (yeeah)
in a condo (yeeah)
get a bad b-tch in carolina
while i make my bread like digiorno
my mama vacay in lima
i’m investing money in ohio
smoking on hakuna matata, you lying if i ain’t the tang ho
take team work to make dream work
make real money you get fiend work
cincinnati down til’ i die n-gga, gotta get a “nati by nature” shirt
(break it down!)
everyday i make that money. (yeeah)
b-tches just rubbing all on me. (yeeah)
i just really think its funny that my flow too sick so your nose is running. (yeeah)
you’re listening to washington park where my n-ggas hoop for cheese and the blunts get sparked vibe!

[bridge: chill the ill]
we chilling at washington park
making that cheese and we get the blunts sparked yeaah
do it how we do it cause we going to the top
i’ma act like i’m smoking i’ma p-ss this sh-t to swaff oh

[verse 3: swaff]
uh! new flow, same bros, new dress code
bad hoes, no clothes, baby lets go!
fat blunt and my team on the hunt while i eat what i want sh-t i must be on death row
what rec though?
we hoop outdoor
we puff indo let it blow out though
its only the beginning and the thought of making spinach got my team about to finish like a muf-cking outro..
but let me introduce you to the m-th- f-cking m.o.o.n

- m o o n rapper lyrics

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