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Moonlight Video (MV)




Performed By: Calboy
Length: 2:04
Written by: Calvin Woods




Calboy - Moonlight Lyrics
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Ah, bitch, we criminal smooth
Y-Y-Y-Yung Lan on the track
And I hang with the mob, ahaha
You know I'm with the mob
Bitch, we criminal smooth
Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga
Ayy

And it ain't nothin' new, on the grind for the loot
And I hang with the mob, bitch, we criminal smooth
Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?
Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do
Yeah, they know how we move, right? Girl, they sneak, better move right
We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight
Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em
Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings

And I know all these niggas lames and these bitches food, they be changin'
I know niggas think it's sweet, nigga, we can link, get it bangin'
If I blow, let these bullets burn, chopper sing like it's Usher Raymond
And I roll with some real killers and some real drillers and they dangerous
Tweakin', we make it, we famous
All this money got 'em upset, ayy, hundred niggas want me dead, ayy
It's Fendi my mask, ayy, run up on me, you get whacked
Yeah, I roll with the warriors, we run through the city
Yeah, we finna slide and we finna slide, ain't leavin' no witness
Yeah, ayy, bro in the kitchen, he whippin' up Whitney
I got some money, you don't know the feelin'
Ayy, thirty on me, make a f*ck nigga get back
Yeah, get back, yeah, hop in the foreign and bring back

And it ain't nothin' new, on the grind for the loot
And I hang with the mob, bitch, we criminal smooth
Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?
Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do
Yeah, they know how we move, right? Girl, they sneak, better move right
We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight
Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em
Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings
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Ah, bitch, we criminal smooth
Y-Y-Y-Yung Lan on the track
And I hang with the mob, ahaha
You know I'm with the mob
Bitch, we criminal smooth
Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga
Ayy

And it ain't nothin' new, on the grind for the loot
And I hang with the mob, bitch, we criminal smooth
Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?
Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do
Yeah, they know how we move, right? Girl, they sneak, better move right
We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight
Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em
Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings

And I know all these niggas lames and these bitches food, they be changin'
I know niggas think it's sweet, nigga, we can link, get it bangin'
If I blow, let these bullets burn, chopper sing like it's Usher Raymond
And I roll with some real killers and some real drillers and they dangerous
Tweakin', we make it, we famous
All this money got 'em upset, ayy, hundred niggas want me dead, ayy
It's Fendi my mask, ayy, run up on me, you get whacked
Yeah, I roll with the warriors, we run through the city
Yeah, we finna slide and we finna slide, ain't leavin' no witness
Yeah, ayy, bro in the kitchen, he whippin' up Whitney
I got some money, you don't know the feelin'
Ayy, thirty on me, make a f*ck nigga get back
Yeah, get back, yeah, hop in the foreign and bring back

And it ain't nothin' new, on the grind for the loot
And I hang with the mob, bitch, we criminal smooth
Bitch, I gave you my heart, can you tell me the truth?
Boy, you better think smart 'cause you know what we do
Yeah, they know how we move, right? Girl, they sneak, better move right
We still packin' them tools, right? My niggas be wolves in the moonlight
Drop dead, we gon' hit 'em, don't start, we gon' end 'em
Trap hard in the kitchen, broken heart with no feelings
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Writer: Calvin Woods
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