"Move Out" lyrics

"Move Out"

Ay, ay, yeah, ay
Don't try this at home
Fuckin' idiot

Ay, momma, I'm tryna move out to L.A. (Out to L.A.)
I'ma fuck your bitch right where you lay (Right where you lay)
And commas, tryna run up every day (Run up every day)
Primadonna, when I wanna fuck her face (I'll fuck her face)
Neck like Llama, in my car, but not much space (It not much space)
Ay, Obama, I'm tryna take Malia on a date ([?])
Smoke Bahamas, burnin' palm trees to the face (I'm smokin' [?])
And Donna, me and Eric broke the bank (We broke the bank)

Ay, off of the drugs once again (Ay, yeah)
She ask do I know how to swim (Ay, ay)
Hurting her jaws, I feel her teeth (Ay, ay)
Then I'ma start lookin' for fins (Ay, ay)
Ay, woah, fuckin' on you and your friend (God damn)
Ay, woah, I'm gettin' top once again (Ay, yeah)
I just got top once again
I'm tryna leave but she blockin' me in (God damn)
Smokin' my 9 to 5, [?] my plug [?]
And he get to clockin' me in
Sorry to break it
I know gon' hate that we fucked
We not talkin' again (Hey!)
I got some thots in Japan
Not about guala? Then talk to the hand

We heard you was trappin'
Never lackin'
And we think it's funny
Boy, your ass be grounded
If I showed your Twitter to your mommy
I be with my slimes, I need a tissue
'Cause my nose is runny
Boyfriends all got issues with me
Like why take my girlfriend from me? (Ha!)
'Cause you a motherfuckin' lame (Lil' bitch!)
Fuck your life, you can't motherfuckin' hang (No way you can)
I let my nuts motherfuckin' swang (You see them swang)
Wait, get at me Johnny Dang (Johnny Dang!)

Shawty flashed me (Yeah)
Bitch, a cop car (Oops!)
OG Frosted (Frosted), I'm rollin' Pop Tarts (Brrr!)
Ride me Charlie (Ride this dick, ho)
She gon' stop, start
I'm a drug star, not no rock star

Ay, momma, I'm tryna move out to L.A. (Out to L.A.)
I'ma fuck your bitch right where you lay (Right where you lay)
And commas, tryna run up every day (Run up every day)
Primadonna, when I wanna fuck her face (I'll fuck her face)
Neck like Llama, in my car, but not much space (It not much space)
Ay, Obama, I'm tryna take Malia on a date ([?])
Smoke Bahamas, burnin' palm trees to the face (I'm smokin' [?])
And Donna, me and Eric broke the bank (We broke the bank)


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