Top Songs By Lil Moonrock
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Moonrock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Tyner
Composer
Jacob Zeiner
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
mathiastyner
Producer
Lyrics
Look at me designer linen
Standards low like any woman (yeah)
Every night I make my chicken
Do it don't expect a ribbon (ooh)
Touch her toes I touch her kitten
Ooh she hot I need a mitten (huh)
I'm so bad take me to prison
You so sad want my position (aye)
(Hot hot) (yeah yeah)
Criss cross criss cross
Imma mark the spot (yeah)
Louie V's ain't no Gucci
Not a second thought (huh)
Single mothers yeah they want me
Tryna top the cock (ooh)
Maevis B yeah I like my sex casual (ooh)
I'll take her on a date
And then I'll ask her for some vaginal (yeah)
I heard about the rumors
Is they true? I tell them factual (huh)
I shot two with one bullet
Got that medal for collateral
I'll fuck up anybody
You know why they call me animal
I'm wild yeah I'm crazy
They comparing me to Hannibal (yeah)
I wonder why you hating
Thought they told you that ain't tangible (huh)
They tell me that I'm hot
Let show you just how flammable (hot)
That's that good sounding pussy
It like mac n cheese (yeah)
Fucking up the industry
In it like the infantry (ooh)
Light you up no Christmas tree (bah)
Bullshit that ain't interest me (huh)
Sucked me off the minute she (yeah)
Saw I got the biggest D (ooh)
Look at me designer linen
Standards low like any woman (yeah)
Every night I make my chicken
Do it don't expect a ribbon (ooh)
Touch her toes I touch her kitten
Ooh she hot I need a mitten (huh)
I'm so bad take me to prison
You so sad want my position (aye)
(Hot hot) (yeah yeah)
Criss cross criss cross
Imma mark the spot (yeah)
Louie V's ain't no Gucci
Not a second thought (huh)
Single mothers yeah they want me
Tryna top the cock (ooh)
I'm a different kind of breed (what you is)
You a lame you ain't got it
All you ever do is greave (yeah yeah)
Who is that? She kind of bad
Ooh I love a girl who tease (huh, what?)
Right on track I'm always on
Man I've never felt fatigued (hot hot)
Let me talk
All I want is ice
I just wanna feed the fam (yeah yeah)
Never am I nice
What you think? I give a damn? (huh, what?)
Tell me what the price?
You said 20 for a gram? (no no)
Shouldn't ask you twice
Make the chopper go kablam
Imma wrap you up saran
and cut you up my name is Dexter
Now i'm running from the opps
It looking bad I'm calling Lester (yeah)
Pop the back of the van
I'm peeking out I got my Vektor
Got her ass in my hand
I'm getting head from my professor (yeah)
Look at me designer linen
Standards low like any woman (yeah)
Every night I make my chicken
Do it don't expect a ribbon (ooh)
Touch her toes I touch her kitten
Ooh she hot I need a mitten (huh)
I'm so bad take me to prison
You so sad want my position (aye)
(Hot hot) (yeah yeah)
Criss cross criss cross
Imma mark the spot (yeah)
Louie V's ain't no Gucci
Not a second thought (huh)
Single mothers yeah they want me
Tryna top the cock (ooh)
(West side, Egypt baby)
(We out here)
(Sangrias all night baby)
(Maybe some, some)
(waffles and ice cream baby)
(Yeah)
Writer(s): Zachary Tyner
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