Paroles de la chanson Free Moe par Saint Crook

Talking body (Ricky got the vibe goin')
You got a perfect one, so put it on me
Swear it won't take you long
If you love me right, we fuck for life (He front, he talkin' 'bout)
On and on and on (No, no, we be talkin' 'bout everybody)
I be talkin' 'bout all them, all, all, all
Talking body, uh
One, so put it on me
Swear it won't take you long
Love me right
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout bodies for police
Ah, yeah, uh, uh

I ain't talkin' 'bout bodies for police (For police)

I be stuck in my feelings 'bout somethin' in my feelings from bitches that don't even know me
I seen somebody dyin' for four weeks
I ain't cry about nothin' you said (Yeah, yeah), I go to sleep with a blunt in my hand (Yeah)
Writin' my songs with a gun in the bed (Uh, uh), I still thought 'bout what you said

You the one I love to see, every time I think I'm done, she not
You the one get all of me and that shit dangerous, free your heart
Kiss of death, can't be apart and, just me with my gun (Yeah, yeah), I never forgot (Yeah)
An opp play, he gon' die in here, I'm holdin' on, holdin' on

Yeah, Moe just got booked, bring him on, God said he need time, he don't (He don't)

I spent too much time with souls and then they go, I can't get cold (Yeah, oh yeah)
I don't got shit, bitch, I'm broke, get your bum ass off my phone (Get your ass on)
Couple drugs, that's all I want, I don't talk 'bout B's at all (Uh, uh, at all)

[Saint Crook & Moe]
What you sayin', Moe?
Today the third
Yeah, t hold on, hold on
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Yeah, nah, today the fourth
Today the fourth?
Yeah
A Wednesday
Nah, it's, it's Tuesday (Yeah)

I'm talkin' 'bout sales, I'm talkin' 'bout bales, I'm talkin' 'bout kills, uh (Uh, uh)
And if you love me, then I love you, yes, I will, uh (Yeah, yeah)
First shot was a hell of a place (Uh, uh), the second shot is when I started to think (Come on, come on)
Third shot is when I finally hit him, fourth shot, he got hit in his face (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

I ain't talkin' 'bout bodies for police (Mm, mm)
I be stuck in my feelings 'bout somethin' in my feelings from bitches that don't even know me
I seen somebody dyin' for four weeks (Uh)
I ain't cry about nothin' you said (Uh), I go to sleep with a blunt in my hand (Uh)
Writin' my songs with a gun in the bed (Yeah, yeah), I still thought 'bout what you said (Yeah, what you said)

You the one I love to see, every time I think I'm done, she not
You the one get all of me and that shit dangerous, free your heart
Kiss of death, can't be apart, just me with my gun, I never forgot
An opp play, he gon' die in here, I'm holdin' on, holdin' on (Yeah)