Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moonwalking in Calabasas Remix, artist - DDG. Date of issue: 19.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Moonwalking in Calabasas Remix |
| 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 |
| Don’t call that lil ass place no estate |
| Unless it came with a pool and a gate |
| Check the rear before I pull in the gate |
| All my watches flooded just like a lake |
| Lately I’ve been showing up extra late |
| Rich nigga take her on a cheap date |
| 4 for 4 Wendy’s get her a plate |
| Love when these nuts all up in her face |
| She say «Wow», never met a nigga with dick in her house |
| Spit in her mouth, dick in and out with the choppa |
| In the couch for a rat or a mouse |
| Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson |
| Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas |
| Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet |
| 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 |
| 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 was so slow |
| And she had told me your broke (That's tuff) |
| That’s tough, that’s tough |
| Blueface and DDG, hoes at the BnB |
| Watching a DvD, giving her dvd |
| 2020 Wagon, A-B-C-D-E-F-G |
| Get too close, it go bee-bee-bee-bee-bee |
| Road runner all he heard was me-me-me |
| Yer, seven-fifty in the horse |
| Hopped out the Porsche and I crashed the Porsche |
| Hop out the bed and I smash the whore |
| Knock-knock guess who’s at the door |
| Oops, forgot I ordered that Dior (Bop) |
| Came in straight from Europe (Bop) |
| 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 ratchet |
| 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 |