.Mhm hmm, mmm, brrr, brrr (We choose to go to the Moon)
Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr>Ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face
Remember back in 'leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K
Get my round of 'plause, in a couple months I done made a way
I'm why niggas dropped the Rollies a.
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