T.I. - Moon Juice (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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T.I. - Moon Juice (en) Lyrics
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Oh-oh-oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the
moon (Yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice, yeah
Oh-oh-oh (Yeah) you know
what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
(The moon, yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the
juice, yeah, yeah
Haha, it's up, babe, perfect
timing (Time)
Uh, shawty body like
a wine glass (Wine)
Five-foot-three with your
fine ass (Fine)
Yeah, you get better as the time pass
One-four-three, you done
locked it up (Yeah)
Pull them panties to the sidе,
had to mop it up (Ooh)
Tell your lame ex-nigga hе
ain't stoppin' us (Yeah)
Double C's, Louis V,
had to cop you some
Cullinan Rolls (Rolls)
Girl, you're drop-dead
in a drop head (Yeah)
Whatever to get you alone
Can you say my name like
it's a topic? (Topic)
Oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah) you know
what I wanna do (Oh)
Tryna take you over the moon
(Moon, yeah, yeah)
Tryna take you over the moon
(Moon, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice,
yeah, yeah (King, bitch)
Soon as I open my mouth, they
know I'm from Atlanta
Where every nigga got a Phantom,
a Audemars and extendos
on they hammers (Yeah)
Stay 'way from paparazzi cameras
I'm old-school, I'm a dope boy, baby,
I ain't never been a scammer
Raise my antenna (Woo) smooth
like a clear dude (Uh-huh)
Two hundred thousand for a
bag full of residue (Yup)
Me tuck my tail? I ain't
gon' never do (Uh-uh)
Just better know my youngins
ain't gon' hesitate when I
let ‘em loose (Forreal)
My thing got nothin' to do with
what I'm tellin' you (Look)
Take my number, make me make
myself available (Here)
I'll take you somewhere off
the grid, be untraceable
Introduce you to a vibe,
irreplaceable, King
I know you probably never
gon' see like
You never had a nigga from
the hood with that D like
California, baby, so you
know just what we like
Walk that, talk that,
nigga, that G life
Trunk full of gas usually
in my backpack
Run up on that dawg and
I rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Seven deuce Caprice, the
paint job's a beast
Cruisin' through the city with
your mama or your niece
On the Eastside, we ride
the most, pick-and-roll
Then we slide to post, stay
fly but ride with toast
You better recognize
Jeremih and T.I., we collectivize
Rectify, outstanding
Premeditated, never reprimanded
In the mask lookin' like a bandit
Jettin' in my jet to another planet,
that's how I planned it
Off we go, cause you got what I want
So I'm givin' you what you need
So stop playin' with me (Playin'
with me) get in with a boss
And buckle up 'cause we about
to take off, yessir
Tryna take you over the moon (Tryna take
you over the moon, yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice,
yeah, yeah (I just
want a sip of the juice)
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