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Move Ya Hips (feat. Nicki Minaj & MadeinTYO)
A$AP Ferg
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It’s that time again Frankie mother****in’ P Fergie, come out and play Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Diamonds all on my gums Talk all my shit, I got runs Hole in my jeans like I'm Grunge ****in' that bitch in the buns She suck on my dick 'til it's numb Pockets is fat like the clumps Rappers is lookin' like lunch I'm makin' a meal when I munch (Woo) Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay (Ooh) 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), Ferg he be settin' 'em ablaze (Ooh) Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay 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 Feeling 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 (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 growling 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 goat I'm getting that dough My neck and my wrist really glow My model bitch all up in Vogue All up in Vogue Vogue Pull out my Versace robe Streak in my hair like I'm Rogue Nigga you know you better not tip on your toes (Brrr) The grip on the 40 below (Skrrt) (Ahhh) Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay Move your hips, okay When I be leaving she tell me to stay
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