Curren$y - Moon & Stars Remix lyrics

[Chorus:] So I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars Underneath the moon and the stars [Big K.R.I.T:] Yo, my digital dash as I mash on the gas Don't know where I'm going fast but I'm goin there Stop at a club foreva sho there's some hoes in there Shakin they a** lookin for playas with dough to share But that ain't me though Before I trick on ya bussy baby I'm outta the door If you were looking for savings shawty I'm not your hero More like the guy that can take you where wanted to just look in my eye Like you suppose to cold enough to froze ya Talking bout that pimpin that you already been exposed to Far from being sober let's travel into space while Puffin on this yoda blowin like a light saber Doin what the grown ups do Be grateful that this game be bestowed up onto you Those backstab men betrayed us advise don't listen to Cause they front but they don't do what I do cause they will never ever be pimps [Chorus] O I ride, I lean, I crawl do it better then them all Let the road be my guide as I glide in candy cars Underneath the moon and the stars [k**a Kyleon:] Runnin back on that bu*terscotch Got my paint lookin peppamint Pull a pace in a pokas puffin that purple that's evident Smell the scent I can see the moon and the stars through my evidence Louie v don't see haters no focus cause they irrelevant Comin through like the president Wave at boppas and droppas I let my trunk do the jump And they flag us down and they stop us Flock us like waka like tv shows they watch as you see these hoes Mesmerized like khalifa Pulled up in slab do you see these fours This is ain't not time for dis purple Drink do you see me pour And my cook got them double stacks like that x Do you see me roll Paint wet like it's aroused So high I can kiss the clouds I roll up in sour flowers and smoke till I'm lookin yow I'm stuck on this country sh** I'm southern just like the college Neck bones cornbread candy yams and my greens colli Crawlin just like a talla pradas pushin them pedals down Jackas keep me in Magneto mode I keep that metal round [Chorus] [Spitta:] I be obliged if you stepped outside Smoking that bum a** sh** b**h You get no play in this ride bu*ta soft high They built many vettes after mine but I think they did it best in 89' Idling at the red light mindin my business Holdin my weed low with a slight crack in my windows Playin all three of my mirrors I ain't nervous But I'm certain that them devils tryin to get me Cause I'm swerving banging curbs And they can't stand to see me with it But it don't stop just provoke me More to drop my top Now be planetarium status Flickin ashes in the big dippa You ain't as high as me mista I's screwin your sister From a fifty foot distance Now she missin caught up in a twista Tropicana pour me up a gla** of tang Roll up some of that NASA mane Yessir [Chorus]