Moving Slow Songtext
von Dave Blunts
Moving Slow Songtext
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Bitch, you know my cup′s really gettin' low (really gettin′ low)
Callin' up the plug 'cause I need some more (′cause I need some more)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow (movin' slow)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow
This shit got me movin' slow
I steady be pourin′ up fours, and I got a whole lotta hos
And I got a whole lotta bitches that's tryna get flown out
She suck on my dick and give throat now, I′m sorry, but you gotta go now
She steady be callin' my phone now, I don't even know the bitch pronouns
I don′t even know if she bi or lesbian, but I know she down to eat pussy
And niggas, they hate, I ran up my money, I don′t give a fuck 'cause they stuck in my city
Abigail called me and showed me her titties, I′m sendin' Sierra a 150
But I′m sendin' Tessa a couple of hunnids, get to the crib and I know that she fuckin′
Fuck from the back, and she steady be runnin', she told me to tell her whenever I'm cummin′
But I didn′t listen, I came inside, and now she is sayin' the baby′s mine
No, I cannot be a father figure, now we at the point where her stomach's bigger
Now we at the point where she′s goin' in labor
She sayin′ she want me to sign the papers
And that's when I told her, "I'll see you later"
And that′s when she turned to a single mom
And I think the DNA test is wrong
Bitch, shut the fuck up when the game is on
I will not give her the time of day, told her that I got a bag to make
Sippin′ codeine, and I'm feelin′ great, I fell in love with a pint of the qua'
Bitch, you know my cup′s really gettin' low (really gettin′ low)
Callin' up the plug 'cause I need some more (′cause I need some more)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow (movin' slow)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow
Bitch, you know my cup's really gettin′ low (really gettin' low)
Callin′ up the plug 'cause I need some more ('cause I need some more)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow (movin′ slow)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin' slow
Bitch, you know my cup′s really gettin' low (really gettin′ low)
Callin' up the plug ′cause I need some more ('cause I need some more)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin' slow (movin′ slow)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Bitch, you know my cup′s really gettin' low (really gettin′ low)
Callin' up the plug 'cause I need some more (′cause I need some more)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow (movin' slow)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow
This shit got me movin' slow
I steady be pourin′ up fours, and I got a whole lotta hos
And I got a whole lotta bitches that's tryna get flown out
She suck on my dick and give throat now, I′m sorry, but you gotta go now
She steady be callin' my phone now, I don't even know the bitch pronouns
I don′t even know if she bi or lesbian, but I know she down to eat pussy
And niggas, they hate, I ran up my money, I don′t give a fuck 'cause they stuck in my city
Abigail called me and showed me her titties, I′m sendin' Sierra a 150
But I′m sendin' Tessa a couple of hunnids, get to the crib and I know that she fuckin′
Fuck from the back, and she steady be runnin', she told me to tell her whenever I'm cummin′
But I didn′t listen, I came inside, and now she is sayin' the baby′s mine
No, I cannot be a father figure, now we at the point where her stomach's bigger
Now we at the point where she′s goin' in labor
She sayin′ she want me to sign the papers
And that's when I told her, "I'll see you later"
And that′s when she turned to a single mom
And I think the DNA test is wrong
Bitch, shut the fuck up when the game is on
I will not give her the time of day, told her that I got a bag to make
Sippin′ codeine, and I'm feelin′ great, I fell in love with a pint of the qua'
Bitch, you know my cup′s really gettin' low (really gettin′ low)
Callin' up the plug 'cause I need some more (′cause I need some more)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow (movin' slow)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow
Bitch, you know my cup's really gettin′ low (really gettin' low)
Callin′ up the plug 'cause I need some more ('cause I need some more)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow (movin′ slow)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin' slow
Bitch, you know my cup′s really gettin' low (really gettin′ low)
Callin' up the plug ′cause I need some more ('cause I need some more)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin' slow (movin′ slow)
This 20-ounce of Tris got me movin′ slow
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, James Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

