Moon Juice

(álbum: The L.I.B.R.A. - 2020)

Hitmaka
Right Now Sound
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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 side, had to mop it up (Ooh)
Tell your lame ex-nigga he ain't stopping 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)
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, 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 nothing to do with what I'm telling 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 rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Seven deuce Caprice, the paint job's a beast
Cruising 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 looking like a bandit
Jetting in my jet to another planet, that's how I planned it
Off we go, cause you got what I want
So I'm giving you what you need
So stop playing with me (Playing 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)