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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mello Buckzz
Künstler:in
Monaleo
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Melanie Doyle
Texte
Clarence Johnson
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Roc
Produzent:in
Jacob “Yung Savoye” Swindell
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
Oh, Lord
Everybody get the fuck up
Oh, Lord
You got your bottles
Oh, Lord
Put them bitches in the air
Oh, Lord
Look, look, I say I'm a gangster, but I flicka
I'ma throw this ass for sure
Wave my pipe round in the air
And put my neck up on the floor
Play the right song in this bitch
My sister, I'm yellin' out, let's go
Ratchet shit on top of cars
We shakin' ass and up in rows
Look, I say, go
Let me see that ass move
Wanna see that ass jiggle, you and all your friends
To get one leg up on the car
But I ain't scuffing up my shoes
Look, but they cause, are you bitches better move?
Look, I say uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move, move
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move
Know my city don't play fair, but I'm still twerkin' at them real lights
They like bucks, you bappin', you a rapper, get your hair right
Pussy taste like water off a perky, eat me air night
That nigga know he stuck, he up them bucks and come back air fight
I can't lie, I'm groovy, Zanzacasa, it's a movie
Drunk off Taylorport, might teleport myself into some coochies
Mack and bust, that's if you shake it on me
Girl, watch how you move in twin butts
Call up Chucky, I'm like Shaggy, he like Scooby, I say
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move, move
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move
I'm not beefing with no bitch, especially if her nigga hate it
Ugh, he gon' fuck me off of Perkz on the 4 Vegas
I got K-Cat, people late it, he ain't cat, we never dated
I know why these bitches hate me, I'm disputed, heavy-weighted
Say he love me, never leave me, we in France, he droppin' wee-wee
I ain't never took her on, niggas know I'm P-P-P
Serving legs, breast size, pussyhole, 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 nigga shopping
I can't take a hoe to prom, give a fuck what who said
I'll take you out like Saddam, get it?
Move, ooh
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, uh
Move, uh
Yeah, bucks, this that real juke song
Move, move, move, move, move, move, yeah
Say this that real juke song
Writer(s): Clarence Johnson
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