Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mello Buckzz
Mello Buckzz
Künstler:in
Monaleo
Monaleo
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Melanie Doyle
Melanie Doyle
Texte
Clarence Johnson
Clarence Johnson
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Roc
DJ Roc
Produzent:in
Jacob “Yung Savoye” Swindell
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Intro]
Hold up
Everybody get the fuck up (Hold up)
You got yo' bottles? (Hold up)
Put them bitches in the air (Hold up)
[Verse 1]
Look, look, I say
I'm a gangster, but off liquor I'ma throw this ass for sure
Wave my pipe 'round in the air, I'm puttin' my neck up on the floor
Play the right song in this bitch, my sisnem yelling out, "Let's go"
Ratchet shit on top of cars, we shakin' ass and uppin' rolls
Look I say, go, lemme see that ass move
Wanna see that ass jiggle, you and all yo' friends too
Got one leg up on the car, but I ain't scuffin' up my shoes
Lil' butts, thick hoes, all you bitches better move
[Chorus]
Look, I say
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move, move
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move
[Verse 2]
Know my city don't play fair but I'm still twerkin' at them red lights
They like, "Buckzz, you bappin', you a rapper, get yo' head right"
Pussy taste like water, off a Perc he eat me e'rynight
That **** know he stuck, he up them bucks and come back e'ry fight
I can't lie, I'm groovy, Xans and Casa, it's a movie
Drunk off Taylor Port, might teleport myself into some coochie
Smackin' butts, that's if you shake it on me, girl, watch how you movin'
Twin butts, call up Chucky, I'm like Shaggy, he like Scooby
[Chorus]
I say
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move, move (****)
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move (****)
Aye, it's Leo
[Verse 3]
I'm not beefin' with no bitch, especially if her **** ate it, ugh
He gon' fuck me off a Perc, Stunna4Vegas
I got cake, happy belated, he ate cat, we never dated
I know why these bitches hate me, undisputed, heavy weighted
Say he love me, never leave me, we in France, he droppin' oui oui
I ain't never took a loan, **** know I'm PPP
Servin' legs, breasts, thighs, pussy ho, that's called a three piece
Pretty brown, brown skin color, similar to sweet tea
In Chicago with a mellow bitch, but she can't keep her calm
If you scared, bitch, call your mom 'cause I'm the bomb dot com
You gon' take the **** shoppin', I can't take a ho to prom
Give a fuck what who sayin', I'll take you out like Saddam
Get it? Move, eugh
[Chorus]
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, uh
Aye, it's Leo, it's Leo, aye, it's Leo
Move, uh, yeah, Buckzz, this that real juke song
Move, move, move, move, move, move
Yeah, say this that real juke song
Written by: Clarence Johnson, Melanie Doyle
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