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Mwaka Moon

Welcome to Mwaka Moon
A bit of Amsterdam in the mouth
A breath of oxygen in the kush
In the void I barely breathe, success gave me wings
The same bitch that turned her back on me has a pic of me in the camera
Soon to be rich
When Mwaka Moon will have hit the mark
 
Hello to Earth, here there's no water
Weird like a freemason's song
Who are they really, I don't know
Before God there's nothing anyways
I got hoes, everything's heavy
I make the show in a Lambo, oh yeah nigga
K L H is in the zoo
Nigga pass it, it smells like kush
 
A bit of Amsterdam in the mouth
A breath of oxygen in the kush
In the void I barely breathe, success gave me wings
The same bitch that turned her back on me has a pic of me in the camera
Soon to be rich
When Mwaka Moon will have hit the mark
 
Dems, dems
Getting sucked isn't cheating
To succeed is to not go wrong
Too many banknotes: yellow, green, violet [ones]
I denied everything, you betrayed
Everything is written, yeah what they told me
The same ones that said I wouldn't make it
Never does a nigga burry himself alive, never does a nigga give up
I illuminate, I eliminate, ennemies, imminent
No word, blows on the lips
If I piss in the city it means I'm on the Champs [Elysées]
Dirty whore, crawling position on the pavement
Harmless I was, an offensive and I kill
One more gingiva, on the pavement I collect messes, street fights
I take the network nigga, I leave you the WiFi
In the studio I only do dirty, in the studio you only make noise
They kill to take our lands like G. Bush, Saddam [Hussein] R.I.P
I still can't navigate even if I only know pirates
Dems, dems
 
A bit of Amsterdam in the mouth
A breath of oxygen in the kush
In the void I barely breathe, success gave me wings
The same bitch that turned her back on me has a pic of me in the camera
Soon to be rich
When Mwaka Moon will have hit the mark
 
Ding, dong, a lot of Mwaka
I walk in the wity as a soul on the loose
Waiting for them to fall under the AK
I watch like King Kong over Manhattan
I've been smashed for a long time
Lying in a grave full of old worries
I come from another word, I don't get used to here
Don't be surprised, I come from there
All of this is weird
 
A bit of Amsterdam in the mouth
A breath of oxygen in the kush
In the void I barely breathe, success gave me wings
The same bitch that turned her back on me has a pic of me in the camera
Soon to be rich
When Mwaka Moon will have hit the mark
 
Life is hard, a bit like my dick
It made me win women but loose the one I loved
My love juice on so many faces, I eliminate my rage in somersaults
I don't say the words because to me they kill me
I fuck mothers for the dinette
In those cases I want you to slander
And to tell me I shouldn't have been born
I'm going to the Mississipi where no one knows who I am
I am damned, I am roasted
Silver tooth biscuit
I drink again and again, to forget my wrongs
On a sick beat by Pyroman, under the effect of the [production], I burn my wings
 
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