Big KRIT - Moon & Stars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Big KRIT]
So I ride, I lean, I crawl
Do it better than them all
Let the road be my guide
As I glide in candy cars
Underneath the moon and the stars

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
Yeah, yo, my digital dash, as I mash on the gas
Don't know where I'm going fast, but I'm going there
Stop at the club, forever sure there's some hoes in there
Shaking they ass, looking for players with dough to share, but that ain't me though
Before I trick on a bust-it baby, I'm outta the do'
If you are looking for saving shawty, I'm not your hero
More like a guide
I can take you where you want, would you look in my eye?
Like you supposed to, cold enough to froze ya
Talking bout that pimping you already been exposed to
Far from being sober, let's travel into space while
Puffing on this Yoda, glowing like a lightsaber
Doing what the grownups do
Be grateful that this game was bestowed upon to you
Cause backstabbing betrayers divide, don't listen to
Cause they front, but they don't, do what I do
Cause they will never ever be pimps

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[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
Under the moon and stars I cruise in my car with you in my arms
I'm feeling good with my brews and cigars
As the sun dips down, we skip town
A nice rendezvous, I'm quite fond of you
And you're feeling me too, I mean literally
You're rubbing the nuts, you tickle the D
Let me drop the top while we puff on trees
Let the breeze blow through your weave
As you bob your head to the beat
Come on girl, take them heels off your feet
Vibe this sweet right quick
You take a hit and relax
I know you had a long day, I'mma turn up the music
And you can put the phone away and we can... just chill
Come over here and grip this wood wheel

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[Verse 3: Big KRIT]
Now usually I don't 'posed to brag
But, 'till they different I was crush brewed but don't need pros and I was with it
Get it, get it, get it
Girl if I hit it I'm gonna stretch that pussy out until you can drive a truck up in it
I'm kiddin', maybe not, I'm on it like fo's in vogues
Playas with alligators and capes like matadors
Struttin' like kings up on the scene and scatter rose
Peddles up under a work of art like sour dough
Dial it, my swag melodic
Like a sandy beach, couple freaks in the cottage
Fig fruits and groups rubbed oil up on my body
Worked hard to swipe her card, the type of broad to take me shoppin'
Because my ego big enough to get up out it
Plug a socket, fix a drape and paint her walls redecorated
What a dime, excavated, dig deeper and deeper in all the right places

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