Asante Farid - To the Moon Lyrics

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Gone, gone to the moon
High as a rocket there's no need to assume
Crew stealth moves so you never quite knew
Who grips the glock with the big ole' boom
Check yo' six times two
Chevy fully loaded and that bit go vroom
Vroom
Old hoes actin' brand new
Tell yo' dude keep his cool
I hope he's a fan too
From the womb to the tomb
Right hand on my jewels
If you turn my mood around
Then that only spells doom
True
My aim like Atlanta in the mother f*ckin' June
Hotshot
Ask Pistol Pete how I shoot
Put you in the past victory in my view
Throwing salt in the wounds
Married to the game jump the broom like the groom

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