Songtexte Cream - Lil Moonrock

Moonrock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooo

Yeah, i'm just tryna get felt (aye)
What she doing on her knees?
Oh she taking off my belt (yeah)
Shooting out the roof
Like i'm Yachty dumping shells
Richard Millie on me that's that water no Propel
Walk walk, not the song bitch (what?)
Off my block shit (yeah), hit my bong quick
Doubting on my product
Know I only smoke that chronic (gas)
My shit from Seattle, got me balling supersonic (aye)

Yeah, woah
Mumbo jumbo, with the boys we in the huddle (huh)
That's your money? I make double (yeah)
I wear Nike, you wear Russell (ooh)
Wrist so icey, dripping puddles (what?)
Think i'm fine, she wanna cuddle (aye)
Ain't got time, I gotta hustle (yeah)
Sipping the 'purp (drank)
Faded, i'm gone, came from the dirt (yeah)
Never go wrong, always in first (huh)
Want on my song? Wait for your turn (ooh)
And he always want the smoke
He so dumb, boy he get burnt (smoke)
When he see that we all pack,
That's the day that he gonna learn
This so jiggy cuz the beat tough (yeah)
I wonder where's my shawty, hoe
I'm tryna get my feet rubbed
Late night at the party
Hear my album out the speakers (ooh)
Thiccums want me crazy, i'll just smash
She not for keepers
Tight black pants, i'm fucking with her fit so heavily
Take my chance, I wanna see her ass especially (ooo)
I could put you in your bag
When you listen to my melodies (huh)
When i'm in the lab
I'm cooking up like i'm in chemistry (what?)
Why I got so many enemies? (yeah)
They hate to see my M's, how much I got?
Around like seventy (cash)
Shorties 'round the crib, shit is tough
I got like ten to please (yeah)
Why then should I care?
Oh they just jealous of what they'll never be
1, 2, 3 hoes on my D (huh)
4, 5, 6 bands made to me (cash)
Really don't care, imma pull up with the heat
Send 100 shots, never miss i'm like Kareem
Yeah her shit fat, oh it bussin' out her seems (yeah)
Yeah my whip fast, it all white, it look like cream (skrt)
Me and level cooking is like Virgil with Supreme (ooh)
Record after record, this my hit like 'Billie Jean' (aye)

Yeah, i'm just tryna get felt (aye)
What she doing on her knees?
Oh she taking off my belt (yeah)
Shooting out the roof
Like i'm Yachty dumping shells
Richard Millie on me that's that water no Propel
Walk walk, not the song bitch (what?)
Off my block shit (yeah), hit my bong quick
Doubting on my product
Know I only smoke that chronic (gas)
My shit from Seattle, got me balling supersonic (aye)