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Oh yeah! He got the moves! Super excited for Christmas! XD

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Solar Supporter - Fought against the New Lunar Republic rebellion on the side of the Solar Deity (April Fools 2023).

Big loud things on poles
@Myoozik  
I got some better lyrics
 
“Where I come from there’s a whole lot of gang shit  
As a youngin I just wanted to be famous  
Hopped in the booth to your screen, now we made it  
Other day I was recording in the basement  
Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship  
How you screamin’, “Day one, “ doin’ fake shit?  
Nowadays bad bitches wanna taste it  
Pull up on the S, show love, that be gang shit  
And if they let me in the game, I’ma change it  
Ain’t a lot of niggas say ever basic  
Pop it, I’ma stain, Balmains and some Bape shit  
Niggas see me, they ain’t never gon’ say shit  
Bustdown, ain’t never gon’ take this  
Money I got, lil’ nigga, can’t make this  
Countin’ blue strips, broke niggas gon’ hate this  
Mama so proud, I’ma take her on vacation  
I be goin’ hard, remember used to starve  
Remember selling nicks right on the boulevard  
Going downtown, tryna steal a nigga car  
And if I call Tut he’ll pull a nigga card  
I don’t play the field no more without a hammer  
Brodie on the news, whole face on the camera  
Free all my day one niggas out the slammer  
Opp nigga told, black and white, he a panda  
Got me finna run up in his crib like I’m Santa  
All of this designer got me broads in Atlanta  
Honestly, I ain’t playin’ games no more  
And they been on my dick ‘til my thing feel sore  
Bitch said I’m trash, shorty, change your drawers  
I ain’t worried ‘bout you, I ain’t worried ‘bout me  
I’ma still pop out with a fresh white tee  
With some retro J’s and some fresh Nikes”