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Featuring Theophilus London & Paul Wall (Bridge) Where the weather is warm (Verse) Moon light move and a nigga dance People making stands from a nigga stance Had to leave home while I’m working out Kiss mom for me if you get the chance Walk the streets of our state Niggas giving dabs and pounds, they can’t wait In the moon light you can’t see me eyes And when I’m up the things I can’t think Man I be costing the coast Swear a young nigga dumb 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 Riding around but staying afloat And I’m a real nigga sitting in the VIP Chugging champagne but them niggas gon burp (Hook) Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon We could fly, and go straight to the moon Letras de cancionesTouch the skies, and go dance on the moon Where the weather is warmer, and we forever live long (Verse) Lost in the moonlight, ran through the moonlight, no Cop lights, no lights, cause the bills that was overdue Now a skinny nigga nigga got fits from the wrong way Taking trips to the side of the moon Had to take trips to define my peace But I got a little feeling might be in that tomb I like my weed a little cheese, roll that dap a little thick Better watch your tongue, don’t wanna choke Better let that jack run down your neck I’m on some popular shit, come look at my eyes to get a fix We just gonn cruise, hit the bruise, lay back don’t worry about 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 lobbyists Man it can’t be realer, me and my niggas in the villa She in that white, just can’t fit her, sweet not bitter Drink like you got no limit, Hit it then she on the moon, my nigga (Hook x2) Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon We could fly, and go straight to the moon Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon Where the weather is warmer, and we forever live long (Verse) 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 cold cup, Bout to get tolled up Got a xanax crushed up If you steal my cup it will get you fucked up Pull up to the moon with the trunk up Getting sucked up, with 3 blunts rolled up Smoke all 3 at the same time, call that triple OG, In the triple d, I’m a fool when I’m on E You know nothing bout me Back wood feel with a Compton tree Getting full of that all I got gas and grieves 3 lines poured up, in the big peach Baptize the blunt, but I ain’t no priest Peach ciroc with a narco, piece of hash in my triple steets OG wax on a bone with a skilla Me, I’m past ill, been doing that shit Death I can live what you know about this Baby bas came through with the kush and shish Pergoset teen in a summer twist On the moon, getting higher than a bitch, And I’m doing my dance. (Hook) Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon We could fly, and go straight to the moon Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon Where the weather is warmer, and we forever live long From Letras Mania