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Moonwalking in Calabasas (Koba LaD Remix) Lyrics - Artist : DDG
Ballin' since I was a jit
Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits I had a goal to get rich Mama was strugglin' paying the rent I couldn't help her with shit Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this bitch Car broke down, can't fix that shit I cried at night, I'll admit that shit 02', old, I'll whip that bitch She left me 'lone but I miss that bitch If she text right now, I'll hit that bitch Old friends like, "How you get that lit?" Same old me but they think I switched Fuck old friends, I don't know that bitch Racks too big, can't fold that shit I ain't get nuttin' when I owned that shit Mama, I told you we gon' be okay Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A. Tryna thank God but I don't know what to say Même si j'raconte tout, ils vont croire que j'ai pas d'vie Que j'ai des regrets aussi mais pas du tout Même si des fois, c'était dur Regarde-moi, rien n'est impossible Fallait qu'je deale pour manger Que je deale pour m'habiller Que j're-deale pour manger J'suis plus dans l'deal Mais c'est moi qui vient livrer Si y a moyen de gratter Ça a d'jà crié : « Pu » Avant qu'la porte latérale droite elle s'ouvre, mon frère Oh Mmh, I feel like Michael Jackson Moonwalking through the Calabasas Louis bag, gotta hold the ratchet Just in case a nigga want some action, mmh Got some millions but it's just a fraction Spendin' money for my satisfaction Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons Back when I dropped, they don't post that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All good though, I'ma note that shit When I blow you'll owe me bitch Humble ass nigga but I know I'm rich (Yeah, rich as fuck) Fuck that shit, I know I'm lit If we beef, I fuck your bitch All of the niggas I beef on the internet I hit up all of they bitches and get 'em wet Call her a Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back Do it in silence, 'cause players ain't in to that No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh She said your dick game was so-so And she had told me your bro-oke, that's tough Mais j'crois qu'mon p'tit con d'frère, il fume en scred J'ai grave la haine, tout l'monde va dire qu'c'est d'ma faute Il faut qu'j'le nique mais nique sa mère, t'façon ça va rien changer Il comprendra plus tard que toutes ces merdes, c'est pour les schlags Et un appel manqué d'mon ex (Eh, eh, eh) Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy She want dick, she needy, freaky I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini She off X, she sleepy, sleepy (Yeah) Make me a wish no genie, genie Vanish on niggas just like Houdini Mmh, I feel like Michael Jackson Moonwalking through the Calabasas Louis bag, gotta hold the ratchet Just in case a nigga want some action, mmh Got some millions but it's just a fraction Spendin' money for my satisfaction Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons Benjamins, we don't fuck with Jacksons I feel like Michael Jackson Moonwalking through the Calabasas |
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