Moonwalking In Calabasas

DDG (US)

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    Ballin' since I was jit
    Way before Ultimate filmin' the skits, I had a goal to get rich
    Momma was strugglin' paying the rent
    I couldn't help her with shit
    Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this bitch (devo this shit hard)
    Car broke down, can't fix that shit
    I cried at night, I'll admit that shit
    O2, old, I'll whip that bitch
    She left me 'lone but I miss that bitch
    If she text right now, I'll hit that bitch
    Old friends like: How you get that lit?
    Same old me but they think I switched
    Fuck old friends I don't know that bitch
    Racks too big, can't fold that shit
    I ain't get none when I owned that shit
    Momma I told you we gon' be okay
    Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A
    Tryna thank God but don't know what to say
    Lot of square footage where DDG stay
    Bought in August I'm movin' in May
    Hop out the foreigns and black as my race
    No it's not rented, it's racks in the bank

    Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
    She want dick, she needy, freaky
    I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
    She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
    Make me a wish no genie, genie
    Vanish on niggas just like Houdini

    Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
    Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
    Louie bag gotta hold the racks in
    Just in case a nigga want some action
    Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
    Spendin' money for my satisfaction
    Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's

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    Bet when I dropped, they don't post that shit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    All good though, I'ma note that shit
    When I blow you'll owe me bitch
    Humble ass nigga but I know I'm rich (yeah, rich ass fuck)
    Fuck that shit i know I'm lit
    If we beef I fuck your bitch
    All of the niggas I beef on the internet
    I hit up all of they bitches and get 'em wet
    Call her Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back
    Do it in silence cause players' ain't in to that
    No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh
    She said your dick game is so-so
    And she had told me your broke (that's tough)
    I got a blicky it sit on my hip because L.A is trickey
    They tryna come get me
    Bought some Balenci's they don't even fit me
    They 950 but fuck it no biggie
    I'm with a biddie she tryna get busy
    She kiss on my neck but told her no hickey
    Tryna get with me, i told her she silly
    She just for the night cause my bitch is too pretty

    Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
    She want dick, she needy, freaky
    I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
    She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
    Make me a wish no genie, genie
    Vanish on niggas just like Houdini

    Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
    Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
    Louie bag gotta hold the racks in
    Just in case a nigga want some action
    Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
    Spendin' money for my satisfaction
    Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's

    Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's
    I feel like Michael Jackson
    Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas

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