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moonwalking - jake bleu lyrics

[verse 1]
ballin’ since i was a jit
way before oakland and filmin’ the skits
i had a goal to get rich
mama was strugglin’ payin’ the rent
i couldn’t help her with sh*t
hate that i’m feelin’ so stuck in this b*tch (devo, this sh*t hard)
car broke down, can’t fix that sh*t
i cried at night, i’ll admit that sh*t

[drop]
’02 old, i’ll whip that b*tch
she left me ‘lone but i miss that b*tch
if she text right now, i’ll hit that b*tch
old friends like, “how you get that lit?”
same old me but they think i switched
f*ck old friends, i don’t know that b*tch
racks too big, can’t fold that sh*t
hand get numb when i hold that sh*t

[chorus]
hand get numb when i hold that sh*t
mm, i feel like michael jackson
moonwalkin’ through the calabasas
louis bag, gotta hold the ratchet
just in case a n*gga want some action
mm, got some millions, but it’s just a fraction
spendin’ money for my satisfaction
benjamins, wе don’t f*ck with jacksons (bet when i drop, they don’t post that sh*t, yеah, yeah)
[verse 2]
all good though, i’ma note that sh*t
when i blow, you’ll owe me, b*tch
humble*ass n*gga but i know i’m rich (yeah, rich as f*ck)
f*ck that sh*t, i know i’m lit
if we beef, i’ll f*ck your b*tch
all of the n*ggas i beef on the internet
i hit up all of they b*tches and get ’em wet
call her a uber, i hit ’em and send ’em back
do it in silence ’cause players ain’t into that
no, oh, i hit his b*tch on the low, oh
she said your d*ck game was so*so
and she had told me you broke, oh, that’s tough
spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
she want d*ck, she needy, freaky, i like wraiths, no lamborghini
she off x, she sleepy*sleepy, yeah
make me a wish, no genie*genie, vanish on n*ggas just like houdini

[build]
ballin’ since i was a jit
way before oakland and filmin’ the skits
i had a goal to get rich
mama was strugglin’ payin’ the rent
i couldn’t help her with sh*t
hate that i’m feelin’ so stuck in this b*tch (devo, this sh*t hard)
car broke down, can’t fix that sh*t
i cried at night, i’ll admit that sh*t
[drop]
’02 old, i’ll whip that b*tch
she left me ‘lone but i miss that b*tch
if she text right now, i’ll hit that b*tch
old friends like, “how you get that lit?”
same old me but they think i switched
f*ck old friends, i don’t know that b*tch
racks too big, can’t fold that sh*t
hand get numb when i hold that sh*t

[outro]
hand get numb when i hold that sh*t

- jake bleu lyrics

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