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Дата випуску: 08.09.2016
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Move On |
Man I ain’t encourage my brother to do nothin' fucked up. |
Man say bitch, my money retarded, if the bitch don’t fuck with her she ain’t |
blessed, bitch |
Saw her on the dance floor poppin' |
Hold up, stop talkin' to me, tryna see that ass bop |
She a big booty star on the dance floor boppin' |
Hold up, stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble |
I’m rich, we’re both grown |
Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home |
Too high, I’m too gone |
If she don’t ride with the kid, I move on |
I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with |
I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with |
I ain’t really playing with you, don’t know your name |
I’m just tryna do some things to ya |
Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang |
Let you roll up a plane |
Let you bring your homegirls |
Let my boys run a train |
I’mma real ass nigga outta Pittsburgh |
She don’t fuck, I don’t deal with her, know ya heard |
Good dick what I slang, I don’t even run game |
I’ve been learned my lane, hoes fuckin' up for fame |
Hop in my ride then I go front backside |
To the side got my money, she love that |
Rollin' weed up first class |
Taylor Gang nigga all about his cash |
Smackin' lil mama on the ass |
I’m rich, we’re both grown |
Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home |
Too high, I’m too gone |
If she don’t ride with the kid, I move on |
I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with |
I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with |
I done threw a ring around my dick and my finger, ya digg? |
I done threw some bling around my grill and my pinky, ya digg? |
Your girl end up leavin' with me, you ain’t a freak, where your friend? |
Gates slang, I’m gonna throw that meat in her stomach for real |
Audi, Mustang, Duli Truck, I just wrecked that Chevelle |
Flipped it with my wife the other night, give a fuck can you tell? |
Kevin it’s your pipe, well out in public won’t notice she yell |
Kept that on the tuck, no recognition, I’m touchin' them bells |
Give them to myself off the truck or they come in the mail |
Big booty somethin' on the dance floor poppin' |
Hold up stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble |
Big money pocket, got the lumps |
Kevin got dollars |
I’m rich, we’re both grown |
Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home |
Too high, I’m too gone |
If she don’t ride with the kid, I move on |
I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with |
I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with |