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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Moonrock
Lil Moonrock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeCicco Beats
DeCicco Beats
Composer
Jacob Zeiner
Jacob Zeiner
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DeCicco Beats
DeCicco Beats
Producer

Lyrics

(Suavemente, bésame) (Que quiero sentir tus labios) (Besándome otra vez) (Suavemente, bésame) (Que quiero sentir tus labios) (Besándome otra vez) (Bésame, bésame) Ayo shawty, shake your body, let me see you go Maserati and Bugatti, never see em' slow Lotta thotties at the party Yeah we love the hoes Avianne feel like Roddy peep my wrist it glow I don't need to show my money I got diamonds on the bezzle Who you think you is? You can't think you on my level Listen to this shit This right here is something special Coming different on this bitch So don't ask me "Can I settle?" (yeah) Need that leche de fresa (de fresa) Yeah she want all my paper (my paper) Imma hit the bodega (yeah) We gettin booted no chasers (woo) We gon wake up the neighbors (aye) Yeah her moves they got flavor (oh no) Oh I might see her later (yessir) She got a mans but i'm greater (let's go) Say I got that reggie girl You must be mistaken (woo) I'm smoking big dope in the park Know I spark recreation (gas) She a baddie so I smashed But, she think that we dating (okay) So send the addy i'll be there But know we'll only be banging (yeah) See me at red carpet and I'll still be in my fours (in my fours) And you'll see me get all the awards (the awards) This for all my brothers in the corps (in the corps) Broski going up so check the score (ooo) Oh you acting reckless, .45 up in yo face Look at you you mortified Get the fuck up out my way (yeah) Friday, at the bank i'll get my money Why wait? (huh) Might say, It coming fast like i'm on the highway (skrt) Yeah i'm going off Everybody knowing my name (aye) Wrist lit, big crib yet i'm on the crime wave (ooo) Rich quick, this hit and you still a lightweight (cash) Side girls so thick and I got like eight Ayo shawty, shake your body, let me see you go Maserati and Bugatti, never see em' slow Lotta thotties at the party Yeah we love the hoes Avianne feel like Roddy peep my wrist it glow I don't need to show my money I got diamonds on the bezzle Who you think you is? You can't think you on my level Listen to this shit This right here is something special Coming different on this bitch So don't ask me "Can I settle?" (yeah) Need that leche de fresa (de fresa) Yeah she want all my paper (my paper) Imma hit the bodega (yeah) We gettin booted no chasers (woo) We gon wake up the neighbors (aye) Yeah her moves they got flavor (oh no) Oh I might see her later (yessir) She got a mans but i'm greater (let's go) Middle finger up, We don't fuck with the police (yeah) You can't call that shit a rager If nobody got nosebleeds (damn) I'm the outcast up in here So fresh and i'm so clean We got loud bags in here Ayo pass me some mo green Aye I need a ten, "ten for what?" (yeah) Let me get a Spanish mommy With a big ole bubble butt (woo) You like my pen, I keep ya shut (okay) Yeah we got a man down give that man a blunt (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh I got the cheese (cheese) Oh she on her knees (yeah) We gon do the dirty (huh) But, let me pop these (ooo) she the type who wanna kiss me in the trees But I just wanna hit it quick And put my kids on her capris (yo) Aye what's poppin girl? (what's poppin) Need some sweet action Felt my print in my pants saw the reaction (aye) Make a movie Got me feeling like i'm Pete Jackson (yeah) Rich taste, like my shoes? They from Steve Madden Ayo shawty, shake your body, let me see you go Maserati and Bugatti, never see em' slow Lotta thotties at the party Yeah we love the hoes Avianne feel like Roddy peep my wrist it glow I don't need to show my money I got diamonds on the bezzle Who you think you is? You can't think you on my level Listen to this shit This right here is something special Coming different on this bitch So don't ask me "Can I settle?" (yeah) Need that leche de fresa (de fresa) Yeah she want all my paper (my paper) Imma hit the bodega (yeah) We gettin booted no chasers (woo) We gon wake up the neighbors (aye) Yeah her moves they got flavor (oh no) Oh I might see her later (yessir) She got a mans but i'm greater (let's go)
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