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moonwalk - rde diff lyrics

(worldwide baby)

all demons are angels, go catch a feather for him
all the times i’ve bit the bullet, i was tryna get this message to you

400*8 i ain’t raise the score, f*ck your behalf
you still with the snakes in thе grass
and the rats trapped with cheese, ‘causе you falling for their traps
you a lab rat, huh?
what’s this math class?
you act like if dre and jadakis was playing in jackass
where i’m coming from? (coming from)
you make money off scams, i know where you coming from
i mean you admitted to being a burbs boy what you tryna get f*cked up?
you claiming something that you not, you ain’t got sh*t, you ain’t gon’ up nothin’
you looking like my f*cking son
said you’re waiting for that call but you’re still f*cking with waldo
how do you say standing on business is your only motto?
you got set up for p*ssy, you ain’t street if you ain’t got no opp hoes (you ain’t got no opp hoes)
you got set up for p*ssy, you ain’t street if you ain’t got no opp hoes (you ain’t got no opp hoes)
(what, what, what, what)
got his ass moonwalking towards the bread, this ain’t a set up
cheese on the table, you should’ve known this is a set up
you know 828 boys don’t play when it comes to cheddar
why you climbing westside if you ain’t even in the western?
throw a saddle on your homie, go and grab that leather for him
all demons are angels, go catch a feather for him
all the times i’ve bit the bullet, i was tryna get this message to you

i should really get what i need, rde
we don’t need no handouts, we chase it on our feet
i was tryna keep the peace
you said pimp ain’t like that, why don’t you come to the east?
what you stand for ‘cause you lost your seat?
yeah, dusty baby mama know you drop little bags cause you tryna pipe her
turn that prop cash to my pops cash, go pay your child support
rockstar life, rockstar hair, got a head with a spider
call me tooth fairy diff, fix your busted ass t**th, pass me the pliers
i know you like minors, don’t hide it, you like them (yep)
f*ck that cry, f*ck your life, and f*ck your dead homie
your mom’s got enough sh*t, let’s give her another problem
i thought you was in la, how you gon’ get there with that busted ass impala? (it’s a beater, ha)

(what, what, what, what)
got his ass moonwalking towards the bread, this ain’t a set up
cheese on the table, you should’ve known this is a set up
you know 828 boys don’t play when it comes to cheddar
why you climbing westside if you ain’t even in the western?
throw a saddle on your homie, go and grab that leather for him
all demons are angels, go catch a feather for him
all the times i’ve bit the bullet, i was tryna get this message to you

- rde diff lyrics

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