Moan (feat. Trippie Redd)

歌词

Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre

Ah, ah

Shawty really trippin', she just called me bae

I don't want her love, I just want her face

I don't really want the love and I can never fake

F!ck her from the back and put that sh!t on tape

Oh, oh

I'ma make her moan, moan, moan

F!ck her, make her, moan, moan, moan

I'ma hit it, make her moan, moan, moan

She can't control herself

I just put her in Chanel

I make her moan, scream, and yell

I hit her from the back, I did

Yeah

Hit it from the back, that's your girl

Put the b!tch in designer and some pearls

And I'm real slime, diamonds on my neck shine

She love my music, it's timeless

Throwin' hundreds, no dollars

Killin' her, I demolish, I'm in her nails like polish (Yeah)

High as f!ck like a pilot, Evel Knievel

Flows like The Beetles, b!tch, this CELINE, not Tito's

She all in love, b!tch, I'm ballin' in my prime

She wan' fall and that's fine, beat it in, break her spine

I'm the sh!t, one of a kind

I'm in her head, like, "Babe, what's on your mind?" (What's on your mind?)

I'm tryna f!ck on your cousin, I don't bite

Yeah, I'm tryna f!ck on that b!tch, I don't wan' wife

But the neck was so damn good, she sucked me twice

Yeah, yeah, she know what's up, bro, what's up?

Pull up on your b!tch, like, "Hop up in my whip"