Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Move On, artista - Wiz Khalifa. Fecha de emisión: 08.09.2016
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
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 |