ASAP Ferg - Move Ya Hips (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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ASAP Ferg - Move Ya Hips (en) Lyrics
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It's that time again
Frankie motherfuckin' P
Fergie, come out and play
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she
tell me to stay (Ooh)
When I be leavin', she tell
me to stay (Skrrt)
When I be leavin', she tell me to
stay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
Diamonds all on my gums (Gums, yeah)
Talkin' my shit, I got runs (Got runs)
Hole in my jeans like
I'm Grunge (Grunge)
Fuckin' that bitch in the buns (Buns)
She suck on my dick 'til
it's numb (Yeah, numb)
Pockets is fat like The
Klumps (Klumps)
Rappers is lookin' like lunch (Yum)
I'm makin' a meal when I munch,
woo (Let's go, woo)
When I be leaving she tell me to
stay, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a new loft in Harlem
No, Fergie ain't move
to LA, woo (Ferg)
Burberry on my collar, ooh
Diamonds, they sit in
my face, woo (Ah)
You don't want no problems, ooh
Frankie P set 'em ablaze, ooh (Ah)
All of you bitches is food
If you the opps, you gon'
be singin' the blues
Feelin' like Bishop in Juice
Word to my dude, this Jimmy
Choo on my shoes
All of my niggas is makks
This is a fact, this ain't no cap app
All of my bitches is
bad, word to my dad
They know we get to the bag
Move my hips, okay
Tell him to go, then I
tell him to stay, hey
Baby, it's okay
I have been havin' one
hell of a day, yay
Saint Laurent all on my shades
Then I pull up in a cherry
Mercedes, yay
Strawberry shortcake hair
Chinese bangs with my two braids, ayy
Straight from outta Queens,
headed to Harlem now
I got the panda mink on
and it's growlin' now
Already bodied "Plain Jane"
and we mobbin' now
That's 'cause all these fake
niggas try to rob my style
Yo, these bitches really be slow,
tell 'em I'm Billy the G.O.A.T.
I'm gettin' that dough, my neck
and my wrist really glow
My model bitch all up in Vogue
All up in Vogue, pardon
my Versace robe
Streak in my hair like I'm Rogue
Nigga, you know, you better
not tip on your toes
They grippin' the 40 below (Ah)
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