Corrección Letra Moon Juice par T.I.

Featuring(s) : Jeremih & Snoop Dogg

Regreso

Letra

[Jeremih]
Hitmaka
Right Now Sound
Oh

Oh-oh-oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon (Yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice, yeah
Oh-oh-oh (Yeah), you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon (The moon, yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice, yeah, yeah

[Jeremih]
Haha, it's up, babe, perfect timing (Time)
Uh, shawty body like a wine glass (Wine)
Five-foot-three with your fine ass (Fine)
Yeah, you get better as the time pass
One-four-three, you done locked it up (Yeah)
Put them panties to the sidе, I had to mop it up (Ooh)
Tell your lame ex-nigga hе ain't stoppin' us (Yeah)
Double C's, Louis V, had to cop you some
Callin' out Rolls (Rolls)
Girl, you're drop-dead in a drop head (Yeah)
Whatever to get you alone
Can you say my name like it's a topic? (Topic)

Oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah), you know what I wanna do (Oh)
Tryna take you over the moon (Moon, yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice, yeah
Oh-oh-oh (Yeah), you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon (Moon, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice, yeah, yeah (King, bitch)

[T.I.]
Soon as I open my mouth, they know I'm from Atlanta
Where every nigga got a Phantom, a Audemars, and extendos on they hammers (Yeah)
Stay ‘way from paparazzi cameras
I'm old-school, I'm a dope boy, baby, I ain't never been a scammer
Rain my antenna (Woo)
Smooth like a clear dude (Uh-huh)
Two hundred thousand for a bag full of residue (Yup)
Me tuck my tail? I ain't gon' never do (Uh-uh)
Just better know my youngins ain't gon' hesitate when I let ‘em loose (Forreal)
My thing got nothin' to do with what I'm tellin' you (Look)
Take my number, make me make myself available (Here)
I'll take you somewhere off the grid, be untraceable
Introduce you to a vibe, irreplaceable, king

[Snoop Dogg]
I know you probably never gon' see like
You never had a nigga from the hood with that D like
California, baby, so you know just what we like
Walk that, talk that, nigga, that G life
Trunk full of gas usually in my backpack
Run up on a dawg and I ra-ta-ta-tat-tat
Seven Deuce capris, the paint job's a beast
Cruisin' through the city with your mama or your niece
On the Eastside, we ride the most
Pick and roll, then we slide the post
Stay fly but ride with toast
You better recognize
Jeremih, T.I., we collectivize
Rectify, outstanding
Premeditated, never reprimanded
In the mask lookin' like a bandit
Jettin' in my jet to another planet
That's how I planned it
Off we go
‘Cause you got what I want
So I'm givin' you what you need
So stop playin' with me (Playin' with me)
Get in with a boss and buckle up ‘cause we about to take off, yessir

Oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah), you know what I wanna do (Oh)
Tryna take you over the moon (Moon, yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice, yeah
Oh-oh-oh (Yeah), you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon (Tryna take you over the moon, yeah, yeah)
I just want a sip of the juice, yeah, yeah (I just want a sip of the juice)

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