Move It Lyrics

Come here b*tch let me see what that mouth do

In the club drinking henny with her mouth full

Colombian ting and it go like

Twenty Two We boutta turn up, Why the fuck you sitting down? Just stand up

All these bitches on my dick cos I'm soon to blow

Moody did this on the phone you Already know

All the guys in matching whips

Try and test us we'll turn you into a pack of crips

How you thinking we got beef

I don't know your name your Dying for nyash why the fuck you So lame

They told me to switch it up and That's what i did

Last year she left me on read now She opened her (Hahaha)

Spread her legs nfl she a wide reciever

When I hit she won't see me like I'm john cena

Labels calling my phone but i'm Not stupid

I do this shit by my own and the Gang included

One lane

One benz

One army bacardi and

Her pussy so wet call it a tsunami (Hahaha)

She like what you doing, i'm like What we doing

Bad one big back and i'm not just viewing

Sweet one in the pool screaming my name

She got a boyfriend but i'll take the blame

This summer's for the gang,

Ay bro who's that in the disco floor?

She looking leng

Smoking that loud up, told her be Quite but she wanna be louder

And we hopped in the party like

Come here bitch let me see what that mouth do

In the club drinking henny with her mouth full

Colombian ting and it go like

Come here bitch let me see what that mouth do

In the club drinking henny with her mouth full

Colombian ting and it go like