Текст песни Move It (feat. DJ DIES & T-RS) - P Bitt

Shoot it up, yeah, boot it up
Bitches in my face zooted up, huh-huh, yeah, l'm suited up
Look at the booty though, where is a Xanny at
Running a scene, yeah, promethazine
Yeah

I sting, the curves and I'd do some things Mercy be on my dick, yeah
Rather than walking I choose the ring, yeah

Yeah, I need that famous money, put it on his tab kinda famous money
Get it in the back with a bitch so horny
Let's commit tax fraud, evade or something, yeah
I gotta move it now, hoes galore when I'm moving now
Overdosing on super fly and l'm so provoking, I'm super fire
And I could get it all right back
With a touch of a button gone strike back
Back to my old, understanding they gone like that
Yeah I'm sipping on gin, yeah, spike that
Come and sit down, lean out fine
Tell me what you like about me
By the scent I feel that fire
Tell me what you love about me

Tss-ess-ting, the curves and I'd do some things
Mercy be on my thang, yeah
Rather than walking I choose the ring
All hail the Bittman Empire, Yeah

I sting, the curves and I'd do some things Mercy be on my dick, yeah
Rather than walking I choose the ring, yeah

Dublu Balenci pe blug, papuc
Metale-n gura la tine, wassup
Ma-nvart si fumez skunk, pasez la stanga, la dreapta-s tot eu
Wassup, wassup, mhm, wassup, uh-uh
Am sosu' Wasabi isteric
Amur, pe pants, ma plimb, o duc pan' la
Louvre
Rather than walking I choose the moon
Gotta get back on my shit
Nu pot sa dorm daca nu-s molesit, nu pot s-adorm daca nu am lean
Las miros de weed pe oriunde merg
Imi bate in teava de gaz, mhm
Ca pute prea tare a gas, mhm

I sting, the curves and I'd do some things Mercy be on my dick, yeah
Rather than walking I choose the ring, yeah

I sting, the curves and I'd do some things Mercy be on my dick, yeah
Rather than walking I choose the ring, yeah