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DDG - Moonwalking In Calabasas (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DDG
DDG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Granberry, Jr.
Darryl Granberry, Jr.
Songwriter
Devin Miller
Devin Miller
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Ugur Tig
Ugur Tig
Songwriter
Jonathan Michael Porter
Jonathan Michael Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devislit
Devislit
Producer
Brandon Harding
Brandon Harding
Recording Engineer
Eddie Rosa
Eddie Rosa
Mixing Engineer
Juan
Juan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ballin' since I was jit Way before Oakland and 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 (Devil 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 nun' 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 Lot of square footage where DDG stay Bought it in August I'm movin' in May Hop out the foreigns and black is my race No it's not rented, it's facts in the bank 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 Mhm, I feel like Michael Jackson Moonwalking through the Calabasas Louis bag gotta hold the rackets Just in case a nigga want some action Mhm, got some millions but it's just a fraction Spendin' money for my satisfaction Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's Back 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 as 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 a 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-so And she had told me your bro-oke (that's tough) I got a blicky it sit on my hip because L.A is tricky They tryna come get me Bought some Balenci's they don't even fit me They 950 but fuck it no biggie I'm with a biddie she tryna get busy She kiss on my neck but I told her no hickey Tryna get with me, I told her she silly She just for the night 'cause my bitch is too pretty 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 Mhm, I feel like Michael Jackson Moonwalking through the Calabasas Louis bag gotta hold the rackets Just in case a nigga want some action Mhm, 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
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Joshua Luellen, Darryl Granberry Jr., Ugur Tig, Devin Tremaine Miller Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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