Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move Ya Hips, artist - A$AP Ferg. Date of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Move Ya Hips |
| It's that time again |
| Frankie motherfuckin' P |
| Fergie, come out and play |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Skrrt) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay |
| Diamonds all on my gums (Gums, yeah) |
| Talk all my shit, I got runs (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 clumps (Clumps) |
| Rappers is lookin' like lunch |
| I'm makin' a meal when I munch (Let's go, woo) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving she tell me to stay (Ooh, ooh, yeah) |
| Got a new loft in Harlem, you know, Fergie ain't move to L.A (Woo) |
| Burberry on my collar (Ooh), diamonds, they still in my face (Woo) |
| You don't want no problems (Ooh), Fergie be settin' 'em ablaze (Ooh) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Skrrt) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay |
| 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 |
| 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 having 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 out of 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 getting that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow) |
| (My model bitch all up in Vogue) |
| All up in Vogue, put on 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) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Skrrt) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay (Ooh) |
| Move your hips, okay |
| When I be leaving, she tell me to stay |