LyricsDance On the Moon (feat. Paul…

Travis Scott, Paul Wall, Theophilus London

Last update on: July 22, 2017
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Moonlight move when a nigga dance Peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance Had to leave home wasn't working out

Kiss moms for me if you get a chance Walk the streets where I stay Niggas give me daps and pounds they can't wait In the moonlight you can't see my eyes And when I'm off the things I can't think Man I been coasting the coast Swear a young nigga done been through the most Washing my mind out with dope Shit real, but you know a nigga can't choke When they recognize a real nigga still Ride with me, down with me, say he a float And all my real niggas sitting in the VIP Shoving champagne through the next girl throat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Let's get high, and go dance on the moon Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa We could fly, and go straight to the moon Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon Where the weather is warm and we forever live long Lost in the moonlight, run through the moon like new Cop lights, no lights, cause the bills they was over due Now a skinny iggy nigga got fits from the runway Taking trips to the side of the moon I just take trips to define my peace But I got a little feeling it might be in that tomb I like my weed in the cheese, roll that that a little thick Better watch your toke, you don't wanna choke Better let that jack roll down your neck I'm on some popular shit, come look in my eyes and get a fix We just go'n cruise hit the brews, lay back don't worry bout shit It might get rowdy cause all the freaky models wanna party All the freaky models in the lobby, it's so obvious that they lobbyist Man it can't be realer, me and my niggas in the villa She in that white dress it can't fit her Sweet not bitter, drink like you got no liver Hit it and she on the moon my nigga Paul Wall, two cups, hold up, hold up I'm headed to the moon cause the world screwed up Like the city I grew up so I'm pouring up a co-cup, 'bout to get tore up Got a Xanax crushed up If you steal my cup, it'll get you fucked up Pull up to the moon with the trunk up Gettin' sucked up with three blunts rolled up Smoke all three at the same time: call that triple OG In the triple D I'm full when I'm on E, you don't know nothing 'bout me Back wood feel with a Compton tree Getting full of that oil, I got gas and grease Three lines poured up in the big East Baptized a blunt but I ain't no priest Peach Ciroc with a Norco, piece of hash and my trippy sticks OG wax on a bone with a skillet, me and Paskel been doing that shit Def' rocking link, what you know about this Baby bass came through with the kush assist Percocet ten and a soma twist on the moon Getting higher than a bitch and I'm doing my dance

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