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i met my gf on the moon - ray zord lyrics

[instrumental intro]

[verse 1: mikeeey]

man, mikeeey pull up on your block like tetris
money so long, guess it’s off the metrics
ice on my necklace and i’ll leave you neckless
i’m mikasa if you come close to my weapon
talk to you like martin, boy get to steppin’
you see up now because i been preppin’
i’m eating good now, i cannot be stressin’
i’m in the back man, just counting my blessings
did you not know i am fearless? i am a god just like beerus
you call me a menace like dennis, i keep the racks on me like tennis
my hp is feeling replenished, my opps are diminished
i’m popping like a facial blemish, my n*gga i’m handling business
i got more racks in my bank than a mall after new years or christmas, hol’ on, wait
mom said do my chores
sweep my competitors off of the floors
no hitters get in, i locked up the doors
ain’t play my game yet but i up the score
[?] on my body, imma up him for sure
parked in the back, i cleaned out the porsche
i’m speaking rich n*gga language, you can’t understand me as if i was talking in morse

split from fake people just like a divorce
hit from the back, i got her on all fours
please do not play with me, you don’t want war
calling my money mi amor, and imma need some more
stacked to the ceiling from the floor, okay
you know that i am the sh* oh, wait
real [?] only, not up for debate
thought that was full power, but i was just sparring
these rappers spit nursery rhymes, on my darling
who wit it, i’m wit it, my suit just got fitted
i feel like berleezy, my n*gga let’s get it
my foot on the gas and man, i’m bout to hit it
put both middle fingers up, [?]
pose on em’ like ginyu, i’m runnin’ the venue
i never did care, i’m sorry to offend you, ugh
[verse 2: ray zord]

i been in, i gotta continue
eat her booty, on the menu, okay okay
hit her, man she might need this issue
side girl, think she hindu, okay okay
i met you from the stars, they said you a b*tch
you try to talk sh*t, i’m smacking your kid
she told she had a six pack, my boys, i might have to risk
nah but every coochie be hittin’ different
i might f*ck on a girl, she [?]
or i might get to sh*ttin on you
i got the chemicals mixed like obama
it don’t matter cause’ i’m in the club with my ass out
you smell like sh*t girl, you making me pass out
you is a no life, you need to touch grass outside
got your girl on my muhf*ckin ride, okay

i’m dancing at your f*cking funeral (yes!)
p*ss on your grave, i thought it was a urinal
how to get b*tches, go watch a tutorial (ha ha ha ha)
but i’m at yours watching legend of korra (indeed)
and my slimes watching dora the explorer (okay)
stay with the drip, i got a new fur coat
they see me spit, they know i am the goat (got that)
rocking suit and tie, i’m too fancy to approach (okay)
see me chilling wit your girl in the 80s
i’m pirating movies, they say i got scabies
i’m living an ecchi, she wan’ have my baby
and f*ck scarlet witch, always knew she was crazy
talking to a va, she got a sweet voice
they stole my door, i can’t have sh*t in detroit
when i show up, i make the whole party rejoice
the way she gon’ pull up in the [?] rolls royce
[verse 3: voexi and ray zord]

hold up, wait a minute (huh)
nah, i ain’t sorry for sh*t (nah)
don’t [?] cause’ on mine they won’t switch
i ain’t giving my heart to lil’ b*tch, hit a l!ck (b*tch)
d*mn, now [?]
never had no pot to p*ss in
now i’m seeing thousands, they clouding my vision
to all of the fake sh*t and hating ass n*ggas
ho*hold on, it’s voexi
i just been counting my blessings (blessings)
no wonder why these n*ggas stressin’ (stressin’)
why they mad, cause’ i’m getting that chicken (chicken)
ain’t none of the n*ggas gon’ check me
ran out of love, show no affection (lil b*tch)
put my heart on ice like i’m gretzky (grretzkyyy)
but she’ll still pop it like pepsi
get of my face, hoe you outta luck (you outta luck)
remember back then, you ain’t had a tongue
my watch blue in the face just like mega [?]
transforming, but still i ain’t reach my prime
nah, ay, ay, hey
d*mn right these n*ggas ain’t hot as me (they not)
but my name ring bells in my city (facts)
i can tell it’s a lot of animosity
but let me know who the f*ck really stopping me
let me know who the f*ck really stopping me
let me know who the f*ck really stopping me
shoot for the stars, and aim for the moon (grrrrr, grrrr)
stacking my money till’ i’m a tycoon
shout out bro uzi, cause’ my money long
invest in myself, i ain’t taking out loans
putting plaques on the shelf till ain’t no more room, ay, yeah
putting plaques on the shelf till ain’t no more room, hold on, ay grr baow (yo, yo!)

this man rapping like he on a drill beat!

- ray zord lyrics

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