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Neil Armstrong

"Neil Armstrong" Lyrics by Yammo

Yeah we scorin’ scorin’

Feel like I’m on a court

left a hoe on seen I ignore

Money Gymnast it’s a sport

It’s too cold pour me a four

Rape my lungs roll me four more

If something is stupid I give it a go

I’m not a gym person but I’m strong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

All my garments they’re foreign

Speakin’ trapense and you ain’t even know it

She popped a molly and think it’s a love

We just pursue pleasure that’s all

We just mix syrup and it’s casual

Too geeked might fuck up my schedule

My tolerance can’t be measured

My body floatin’ like a feather

You know I’mma smoke that kush

Shit gets raw like sushi

Just did 3 stripes not swoosh

Don’t be a curve just do it

Crushed my brain make it a smoothe

She too geeked might make a movie

Packs too heavy now I gotta move it

Wish you’d try me but don’t make me stupid

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Yeah we scorin’ scorin’

Feel like I’m on a court

left a hoe on seen I ignore

Money Gymnast it’s a sport

It’s too cold pour me a four

Rape my lungs roll me four more

If something is stupid I give it a go

I’m not a gym person but I’m strong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

All my garments they’re foreign

Speakin’ trapense and you ain’t even know it

She popped a molly and think it’s a love

We just pursue pleasure that’s all

We just mix syrup and it’s casual

Too geeked might fuck up my schedule

My tolerance can’t be measured

My body floatin’ like a feather

You know I’mma smoke that kush

Shit gets raw like sushi

Just did 3 stripes not swoosh

Don’t be a curve just do it

Crushed my brain make it a smoothe

She too geeked might make a movie

Packs too heavy now I gotta move it

Wish you’d try me but don’t make me stupid

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

Moon walk smooth Neil Armstrong

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