Moon & Stars Remix

[Chorus:]

So I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all

Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars

Underneath the moon and the stars

[Big K.R.I.T:]

Yo, my digital dash as I mash on the gas

Don't know where I'm going fast but I'm goin there

Stop at a club foreva sho there's some hoes in there

Shakin they ass lookin for playas with dough to share

But that ain't me though

Before I trick on a bussie baby

I'm outta the door

If you were looking for savings shawty

I'm not your hero

More like the guy that can take you where wanted to look in my eye

Like you suppose to polar north exposure

Talking bout that pimpin that you already been exposed to

Far from being sober let's travel into space wide

Puffin on this yoda blowin like a light saber

Doin what the grown ups do

? That this game be bestowed up onto you

Those backstab men betrayed us if I don't listen to

Cause they front but they don't do what I do cause they will never ever be pimps

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[Killa Kyleon:]

Runnin back on that butterscotch

Got my paint lookin peppamint

Pull a pace in a? puffin that purple that's evident

Smell the sin I can see the moon and the stars through my evidence

Louie v don't see haters no focus cause they irrelevant

Comin through like the president

Wave at barbers and drivers

I let my trunk do the jump

And they flag us down and they stop us

? like tv shows they watch as you see these hoes

Mesmerized like khalifa

Pulled up in slab do you see these fours

This is ain't not time for dis purple

Drink do you see me pour

And my cook got them double stacks like that x

Do you see me roll

Paint wet like it's aroused

So high I can kiss the clouds

I roll up in sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin yow

I'm stuck on this country shit

I'm southern just like the college

Knit bones cornbread candy yams and my greens colli

Crawlin just like a talla pradas pushin them pedals down

Jackas keep me and magneto more I keep that medal around

[Spitta:]

I be obliged if you stepped outside

Smoking that bum ass shit bitch

You get no play in this ride

Butta soft high

They built many vettes after mine but I think they did it best in 89'

Idling at the red light mindin my business

Holdin my weed low with a slight crack in my windows

Playin all three of my mirrors

I ain't nervous

But I'm certain that them devils tryin to get me

Cause I'm swerving banging curbs

And they can't stand to see me with it

But it don't stop just provoke me

Motor drop my top

Now be planetarian status

Flickin ashes in the big dippa

You ain't as high as me mista

I's screwin your sister

From a fifty foot distance

Now she missin caught up in a twista

Tropicana pour me up a glass of tang

Roll up some of that NASA mane

Yessir

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