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Full Moon Friday (feat. Solo Raxx) Video (MV)






Wise/Weapon - Full Moon Friday (feat. Solo Raxx) Lyrics




How ya do? What it is? Ballroom blitz, lines are out of print, solid tint
You can't see the image or silhouette
F-Plus customs, button mash session and the best stuff's comin'
Set ya watch to it as the next one's done with
MC's get hammered and they still can't touch this
Spit shine sick rhyme
Gold nugget eye see past lies, you a stand by
Half baked, now turn around and see the tan lines
Got half a mind, then I mind that you use it
Hold ya nose inhale the smoke and dive in
As the hand rocks the cradle makin' the record spin
Needles get wrecked injectin' this heroin
To your eardrums, son, sound's eerie like Theremins
Apocalypse now, Agent Orange all in your shit
Bet you won't sign after readin' the fine text
Never did step without knowin' the time, kid
I guess we all commit robbery
But if I cheat, I hope I don't copy sloppily
I just do it with my influence to honor me
Even if they don't acknowledge me, i got my team
Stars jersey and a curtsy from a Hollis queen
We all connectin' like a friendship, from NY to Texas
Smash it with Brazil at the entrance
Smash it with Brazil at the exit, what!
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How ya do? What it is? Ballroom blitz, lines are out of print, solid tint
You can't see the image or silhouette
F-Plus customs, button mash session and the best stuff's comin'
Set ya watch to it as the next one's done with
MC's get hammered and they still can't touch this
Spit shine sick rhyme
Gold nugget eye see past lies, you a stand by
Half baked, now turn around and see the tan lines
Got half a mind, then I mind that you use it
Hold ya nose inhale the smoke and dive in
As the hand rocks the cradle makin' the record spin
Needles get wrecked injectin' this heroin
To your eardrums, son, sound's eerie like Theremins
Apocalypse now, Agent Orange all in your shit
Bet you won't sign after readin' the fine text
Never did step without knowin' the time, kid
I guess we all commit robbery
But if I cheat, I hope I don't copy sloppily
I just do it with my influence to honor me
Even if they don't acknowledge me, i got my team
Stars jersey and a curtsy from a Hollis queen
We all connectin' like a friendship, from NY to Texas
Smash it with Brazil at the entrance
Smash it with Brazil at the exit, what!
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Writer: William Cabassa
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