Top Songs By Lil Moonrock
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Moonrock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeCicco Beats
Composer
Jacob Zeiner
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DeCicco Beats
Producer
Lyrics
(Do you have a blanket?)
Who would of thought?
Who would of thought that
I'd be here back rapping again?
Surprising myself I thought I was done
But what do you know?
I got pressured by friends
I'm feeling like 3 stacks
Put it on grandma i'll be rich in the ends
You thinking, "oh shit he snapped,"
What did I do
To be blessed wit this pen?
Started out dropped 'Meryl Streep' (yeah)
Who knew i'd drop all this heat? (who)
First zephyr hopped on the scene (aye)
All the yb's copy me
I got hits on hits on hits,
So you know I don't do this for green (cash)
I got sticks on sticks on sticks,
So you best not be askin for beef
Woah, look at you
I started the movement off ridicule
You is a little fool, thought you was really cool
I hit ya bitch and she suckin my bigger tool
Can't even lie she really glowed up
I saw her behind
It got thicker since middle school
Saw your account now I gotta go clown
Compare it to mine that shit is so minuscule
Man fuck is you gonna do?
Do what I wanna do, come here and fight me
You know i'll outmuscle you
You just a buggin' dude
Wearin ya uncle shoes
First with ya girl now i'm fucking ya mother too
Wow, damn, send a hit on ya damn cousin to
Shit, discussion due,
Real life you can't just go click undo
Bitch i'm paid
Look at this growth that I generate
She looking so thirsty need lemonade
She givin me slurpy that better brain
She ain't the others she resonate
She giving me more than they ever gave
No more with hoes who hit the renegade
Set this bitch off I might detonate
Who would of thought?
Who would of thought that
I'd be here back rapping again?
Surprising myself I thought I was done
But what do you know?
I got pressured by friends
I'm feeling like 3 stacks
Put it on grandma i'll be rich in the ends
You thinking, "oh shit he snapped,"
What did I do
To be blessed wit this pen?
Started out dropped 'Meryl Streep' (yeah)
Who knew i'd drop all this heat? (who)
First zephyr hopped on the scene (aye)
All the yb's copy me
I got hits on hits on hits,
So you know I don't do this for green (cash)
I got sticks on sticks on sticks,
So you best not be askin for beef
This a message for all these yb's
Trying to be like me
You'll never be like me
Ain't none of you gonna do what I did
Let me talk my shit real quick
This the motherfucking reboot
My motherfucking album baby, yeah
(What's up slimes? You know where we at)
(Coplay, damn what's up with it yo?)
(Look at Justin over here)
(Yeah yeah, he cute as shit yo)
(I got the LIU kicker here over here)
(What's up mucus?)
(What's up boy? Aha)
(Ah, yeah you know where we at)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Woah woah, yeah yeah
Let's go
I've been stuck in my ways, I got ice in my vains
You know I say this shit cuz,
I know what will amaze you all
These cliches and all, but they what pay me so
I'll do my thing
I don't care if you won't praise me tho
That's betrayal, might get fatal
I could never sell my soul to a label
Say i'm brave no, i'm just safe so
I could eat out wit my boys at Shady Maple
This the intro imma let y'all go and rock wit this
I hit up all my females
I need someone who can top a dick
Say I say this too much,
But you know there ain't no stoppin it
I need a stress reliever
'Fore I go and get to poppin shit
I'm switching up on y'all
No surprise that's just the God within
You think you be with us,
But we all know that you not with it
Keep yourself away
We don't wanna hear you talk and bitch
Hold up, hold up, hold up
What is this? Oh yeah moonrock went in
Aye, aye
Yeah you itching for fame
What do you claim? Is what it is
Shots at your brain
I seen that you been wanting it
Go too far, got you looking insane
What did you say? Don't speak on my name
Your ego too big, and we ain't the same
Yeah I guess i'm built different (built different)
I can stop this music shit
And you know i'm still winnin (yeah)
Drop a song and it will hit
They need more dollar bills printing (ooh)
Need to play this somewhere lit
Cuz this here made a real killing (yeah)
Let's go
Writer(s): Decicco Beats
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