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NLE Choppa - Moonlight feat. Big Sean (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Rashaad Green
Rashaad Green
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Tahj Vaughn
Tahj Vaughn
Songwriter
Thanush Perinpanesan
Thanush Perinpanesan
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Tahj Money
Tahj Money
Producer
TntXD
TntXD
Producer
Young TN
Young TN
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Nate Graves
Nate Graves
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Shaad K'Rounds
Shaad K'Rounds
Producer

Lyrics

Pipe that shit up, TnT (Tahj Money) Brr, we on (for real, for real) NLE Choppa (we on) They know we on Woah, woah (brr) Straight up Thug nigga That's the moon, moonlight Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah, oh woah (moonlight) Yeah-yeah, the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda Ayy Thug nigga We trappin' in the moonlight (in the moonlight) We get the bag on the same day, the same night Don't talk on tap phones, you know the feds run devices My mom my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I gotta go and get it back Got 'bout 40 on my wrist, I got 'bout two hoes on my dick I know she seen me when I glisten, now she wanna take a pic' It seems right, gun lights, the sunlight (brr, brr) One pipe, one life and a few stripes (a few stripes) I changed my ways, my future brighter It was scary, Michael Myers (it was scary, Michael Myers) Feel entitled 'cause I want the title Take it from my rival (take it from my rival) Who feelin' my sorrow? Pain in a bottle with desire Look up to Rallo, I wanna own the hood I put on Put on like cologne I wanna show you you don't need a loan (don't need a loan) Throw my hood on, it's VLone, Amiri denims, dawg And we done see a lot A lotta killings on that block and they left us in shock Fuck medication I've been meditatin' Facin' my problems (I been facin' my problems) Police investigating, got another charge, ain't do nothin', hmm I ain't never gon' lay down I stand tall, two feet, ten toes (ten toes) I don't care what I go through I'ma stay down, I never fold (I never fold) They say I'm slept on, but I bet I wake up a dreamer though She said she a squirter when I hit her she was creamin' though (damn) Thug nigga We trappin' in the moonlight We get the bag on the same day, the same night Don't talk on tap phones, you know the feds run devices My mom my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I gotta go and get it back Got 'bout 40 on my wrist, I got 'bout two hoes on my dick I know she seen me when I glisten, now she wanna take a pic' Makin' a livin' while makin' a killin' It don't make no sense but shit that's how I get it I'm the example of hard work, commitment The head of my clique, to move they need permission The plug for a lotta things, I'm the extension Chords get struck, I got strikes for my chain gang, but muhfuckin' a prison Niggas is stuck 'cause they ain't got intentions, boy, when you gon' get it? To get it you gotta give a fuck the jealousy All that resentment, the shit that you put out Is only gon' come right back 'til you strengthen To put this shit clearer, the world just a mirror I'm up as I ever been, on an ascension, yeah And I can't move iffy, the cameras go flicky I roll with the blicky and I can't be trippin' If I'm still alive that shit ain't no biggie I am B-I-G, though, the king of my city And my bitch so down, that she give me a kidney Probably'll die for me, rather her live for me Product of pain and look what it did to me I ain't no killer but, nigga, I'll kill you If it ever had to come down to them or me Move in divinity, I give a fuck if you get it 'Cause bitch it ain't no gettin' rid of me Thug nigga We trappin' in the moonlight We get the bag on the same day, the same night Don't talk on tap phones, you know the feds run devices My mom my backbone, she stood by me wrong or right Let me rewind this shit, gotta rewind that lick I lost 'bout ten on that shit, I gotta go and get it back Got 'bout 40 on my wrist, I got 'bout two hoes on my dick I know she seen me when I glisten, now she wanna take a pic' It seems like two wrongs don't make a right (don't make a right) But you gon' tell a lie so you won't hurt my feelings, right? I'm gangsta, the truth don't hurt me, it heals me (it heals me) But thank you, I'ma make sure y'all feel me
Writer(s): Sean Anderson, Bryson Potts, Thomas Horton, Tahj Javal Vaughn, Rashaad Green, Thomas Perinpanesan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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