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Hitmaka Right Now Sound Oh 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) Letras de cancionesI just want a sip of the juice, yeah Oh-oh-oh (Yeah), you know what I wanna do 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 Rain 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 Oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah), you know what I wanna do (Oh) Tryna take you over the moon (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 (Moon, yeah, yeah) I just want a sip of the juice, yeah, yeah 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 ra-ta-ta-tat-tat Seven Deuce capris, 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 the 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 Oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah), you know what I wanna do (Oh) Tryna take you over the moon (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 (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) From Letras Mania