lucas coly & 8ball onnatrack - move on lyrics
(intro)
yeah, yeah, yeah
you know i’m back in that one zone, yeah, uh+huh
yo bigghie
yeah, yeah, uh+huh
8ball on the motherf+ckin’ track man
you know i’m back in that
(chorus)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you know i’m back in that one zone
i took his b+tch, then i went home
got a whole lotta racks on my cellphone
and i keep me a rocket
she wanna f+ck, but i’m tryna get profit
said he want war, then it’s up, we can’t drop it
look at the b+tch in my whip, she exotic, yeah
and i know that you want me, but you do not need me
we can just f+ck and then move on
said you gon ride, then folded
i don’t know what you want, i’ma move on
she blow up my phone for no reason
i got tired of the hoe, told her move on
and my dawg, he be thuggin’ for real
he gon’ catch him an opp and then move on
(verse 1)
she on my body, i f+ck with that
i’m f+ckin’ on her and she f+ckin’ back
i thug her for real and she lovin’ that
n+gga play, we gon’ give ‘em a mummy wrap
if she cute on the gram, gotta meet her
she don’t know how to take it, i teach her
she play with that p+ssy while i’m on her speaker
i don’t give her no kiss, i ain’t lovin’ no skeezer
i want a maybach, i want a rari
i broke her heart, i ain’t tell her i’m sorry
she sit on my d+ck and she ride like a car seat
all of my b+tches be lookin’ like barbies
he workin’ hard, but he gotta do more
he said it’s his main, but that really my wh0re
i took his b+tch, then i took her on tour
he reach for the bl!ck, then i’m uppin’ the score
yeah, say that she love me, i got a brand new eater
yeah, yeah, look at my dawg, he got 2+2+3
yeah look at these hoes, i’m havin’ a threesome
f+ckin’ on two groupies
i’ma buss my gun till that motherf+cker jam
i ain’t lettin’ no n+gga do me, no no
(chorus)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you know i’m back in that one zone
i took his b+tch, then i went home
got a whole lotta racks on my cellphone
and i keep me a rocket
she wanna f+ck, but i’m tryna get profit
said he want war, then it’s up, we can’t drop it
look at the b+tch in my whip, she exotic, yeah
and i know that you want me, but you do not need me
we can just f+ck and then move on
said you gon ride, then folded
i don’t know what you want, i’ma move on
she blow up my phone for no reason
i got tired of the hoe, told her move on
and my dawg, he be thuggin’ for real
he gon’ catch him an opp and then move on
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