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moonwalking in calabasas (yg remix) - ddg & yg lyrics

[verse 1: ddg & yg]
ballin’ since i was jit
way before oakland and filmin’ the skits, i had a goal to get rich
mama was strugglin’ paying the rent
i couldn’t help her with sh*t
hate that i’m feelin’ so stuck in this b*tch (devo this sh*t hard)
car broke down, can’t fix that sh*t
i cried at night, i’ll admit that sh*t
o2, old, i’ll whip that b*tch
she left me ‘lone but i miss that b*tch
if she text right now, i’ll hit that b*tch
old friends like “how you get that lit?”
same old me but they think i switched
f*ck old friends, i don’t know that b*tch
racks too big, can’t fold that sh*t
hand get numb when i hold that sh*t
mama i told you “we gon’ be okay”
whippin’ that benz and she live in l.a (uh)
tryna thank god but don’t know what to say (wow)

[verse 2: yg]
my n*ggas gon’ slide, better pray for the opps (better pray for the opps, n*gga)
like marriam street, moonwalk yo’ block (wе hit yo’ block, n*gga)
just spent four hunnid and somebody gettin’ shot (you gon’ gеt popped n*gga)
covid*19, yeah, the body gon’ drop (them bodies gon’ drop n*gga)
bloodwalkin’ through the calabasas (ayy)
i’m tryna hit me a kardashian (ayy)
took her to the trap, f*ck her on the mattress (ayy)
i heard kris jenner love this blackness
[chorus: ddg]
mm, i feel like michael jackson
moonwalkin’ through the calabasas
louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
just in case a n*gga want some action
mm, got some millions but it’s just a fraction
spendin’ money for my satisfaction
benjamin’s, we don’t f*ck with jackson’s

[verse 3: ddg]
bet when i drop they won’t post that sh*t (yeah, yeah, yeah)
all good though i’ma note that sh*t
when i blow, you’ll owe me b*tch
humble ass n*gga but i know i’m rich (yeah, rich as f*ck)
f*ck that sh*t, i know i’m lit
if we beef i f*ck yo’ b*tch
all of the n*ggas i beef on the internet
i hit up all of they b*tches and get ’em wet
call her a uber, i hit ’em and send ’em back
do it in silence ’cause players ain’t into to that
no*o, i hit his b*tch on the low
she said your d*ck game was “so*so”
and she had told me you broke (that’s tough)

[verse 4: yg]
y*y*yeah, that’s tough, n*gga (ayy)
i’m really hip ain’t gotta stunt, n*gga (ayy)
five milli’ this month, i’m in a foreign, my trunk in the front, n*gga (woah)
plus my baby mama bad (bad)
all my b*tches be mad (mad)
put her in a “baby mama” g wag’ (g wag’)
they like “how i compete with that” (woah)
me and kyrie hit the same b*tch (b*tch)
me and justin bieber got the same manager (ew)
i’m a felony with a stripe but i’m banded up (i’m a bandit, yeah)
gotta call drake to get in canada (ooh)
braggin’ ’bout yo’ house, got cameras (got cameras)
you could get smoked on camera (get smoked)
f*ck all the opps, get ’em bandaged up (f*ck all the opps)
hit his b*tch all night, i got stamina, n*gga
[pre*chorus: ddg]
spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
she want d*ck, she needy, freaky
i like wraiths, no lamborghini
she off x, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
make me a wish no genie, genie
vanish on n*ggas just like houdini

[chorus: ddg]
mm, i feel like michael jackson
moonwalkin’ through the calabasas
louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
just in case a n*gga want some action
mm, got some millions but it’s just a fraction
spendin’ money for my satisfaction
benjamin’s, we don’t f*ck with jackson’s

[outro: ddg]
benjamin’s, we don’t f*ck with jackson’s
i feel like michael jackson
moonwalkin’ through the calabasas

- ddg yg lyrics

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