Lyrics
(Hold up)
Everybody get the fuck up (hold up)
You got yo bottles? (Hold up)
Put them bitches in the air (hold up)
Look, look, I say
I'm a gangster but off liquor I'ma throw this ass for sure
Wave my pipe 'round in the air, I'm puttin' my neck up on the floor
Play the right song in this bitch my sis them yelling out "Let's go"
Ratchet shit on top of cars, we shakin' ass and uppin' rolls
Look I say, go, lemme see that ass move
Wanna see dat ass jiggle, you and all yo friends too
Got one leg up on the car but I ain't scuffin' up my shoes
Lil butts, thick hoes, all you bitches betta move
Look, I say
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move, move
Uh, move, uh, move, uh, move, move
Know my city don't play fair but I'm still twerkin' at them red lights
They like Buckzz you bappin, you a rapper get yo head right
Pussy taste like water, off a Perc he eat me err' night
That nigga know he stuck, he up them bucks and come back err' fight
I can't lie I'm groovy
Xans and Casa, it's a movie
Drunk off Taylor Port might teleport myself into some coochie
Smackin' butts that's if you shake it on me girl watch how you movin'
Twin butts, call up Chucky, I'm like Shaggy he like Scooby
I say
Uh, move, uh, move (nigga), uh, move, move, move (eugh)
Uh, move, uh, move (nigga), uh, move, move (ayy, it's Leo)
I'm not beefin' with no bitch especially if her nigga ate it (eugh)
He gon' fuck me off a Perc, Stunna4Vegas
I got cake, happy belated
He ate cat, we never dated
I know why these bitches hate me, undisputed, heavy weighted
Say he love me, never leave me
We in France, he droppin' oui oui
I ain't never took a loan, niggas know I'm PPP
Servin' legs, breasts, thighs, pussy ho, that's called a three piece
Pretty brown brown skin color, similar to sweet tea
In Chicago with a mellow bitch but she can't keep her calm
If you scared, bitch, call your mom 'cause I'm the bomb dot com
You gon' take the nigga shoppin', I can't take a ho to prom
Give a fuck what who's sayin', I'll take you out like Sadam
Get it?
Move, eugh
Uh, move, uh, (ayy, it's Leo) move, uh (it's Leo), move, uh (ayy, it's Leo, haha)
Move, uh, yeah, Buckzz, this that real juke song
Move, move, move, move, move, move
Yeah, say this that real juke song
WRITERS
Clarence Johnson, Leondra Roshawn Gay, Mealnie Doyle
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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