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House on the Moon lyrics

Performer Ilywilky

House on the Moon song lyrics by Ilywilky official

House on the Moon is a song in English

Imma aim for his head, I don't care if that nigga he wearing a vest
Hoes on me just like I'm Johnny
This bitch a freak, tryna suck on the tip
This bitch she grinding, come suck on my Johnny
Smoking supreme all the time, had to box it
I drive the whip super crazy, she suck super sloppy
Bro got a new whip, it's moving robotic
That bitch is bulletproof too, I'm sippin' on tris just a little bit, losing my tooth
Suppressor on top of this Uzi
I get to clicking that bitch, why it singing like Toosi?
So-Super high that's my duty, access to so many sticks, Call of Duty
I pop another one I see the sun, I pop another one I'm finna lose it
He said that he finna come out and kill me
I told that nigga to "come out and do it"
I catch a body I told 'em to film it
Muzzle too hot, so I had to unscrew it
I took too many, cause I couldn't feel it
Geek everyday, gotta house on the moon
Never was solid that nigga be squealing, that nigga lying he ain't got the juice
My soda was flat, I put Codeine into it
Ball in the paint, nigga that's how we do it
Running up racks it ain't nun really to it
Switch lanes, Bruce Wayne, hop out the cut ima let that bitch do it
Cocaine, Propane, we got the drugs, so you might as well do it
We got the drop, we gone lay where he at
We got the pounds outta LAX
We got the hoes and they come where we at
You pay for pussy, you paying for sex, nerd
Look at my chain, it's a blizzard
She wanna take her a picture, now that I'm fresh like yes sir
Got me some racks on the dresser, nigga
Imma aim for his head, I don't care if that nigga he wearing a vest
Hoes on me just like I'm Johnny
This bitch a freak, tryna suck on the tip
This bitch she grinding, come suck on my Johnny
Smoking supreme all the time, had to box it
I drive the whip super crazy, she suck super sloppy
Bro got a new whip, it's moving robotic
That bitch is bulletproof too, I'm sippin' on tris just a little bit, losing my tooth
Suppressor on top of this Uzi
I get to clicking that bitch, why it singing like Toosi?
So-Super high that's my duty, access to so many sticks, Call of Duty
I pop another one I see the sun, I pop another one I'm finna lose it
He said that he finna come out and kill me
I told that nigga to "come out and do it"
I catch a body I told 'em to film it
Muzzle too hot, so I had to unscrew it
I took too many, cause I couldn't feel it
Geek everyday, gotta house on the moon
Never was solid that nigga be squealing, that nigga lying he ain't got the juice
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Cole Wilkinson
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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