Lời bài hát Move Ya Hips

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It's that time again
Frankie, hey
Fergie, come out and play
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Diamonds all on my gums
Talk all my shit, I got runs
Hole in my jeans like I'm Grunge
Fuckin' that bitch in the buns
She suck on my dick 'til it's numb
Pockets is fat like the clumps
Rappers is lookin' like lunch
I'm makin' a meal when I munch
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving she tell me to stay
Got a new loft in Harlem, you know
Fergie ain't move to L.A
Burberry on my collar
Diamonds, they still in my face
You don't want no problems
Fergie be settin' 'em ablaze
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
All of you bitches is food
If you the opps
You gon' be singin' the blues
Feelin' like Bishop in Juice
Word to my dude
This Jimmy Choo on my shoes
All of my niggas is makks
This is a fact, this ain't no cap
All of my bitches is bad, word to my dad
They know we get to the bag
Move my hips, okay
Tell him to go, then I tell him to stay, hey
Baby, it's okay
I have been having one hell of a day, yay
Saint Laurent all on my shades
Then I pull up in a cherry Mercedes, yay
Strawberry shortcake hair
Chinese bangs with my two braids, ayy
Straight from out of Queens headed to Harlem now
I got the panda mink on and it's growlin' now
Already bodied Plain Jane and we mobbin' now
That's 'cause all these fake niggas try to rob my style
Yo, these bitches really be slow
Tell 'em I'm Billy the G.O.A.T
I'm getting that dough
My neck and my wrist really glow
My model bitch all up in Vogue
All up in Vogue
Put on my Versace robe
Streak in my hair like I'm Rogue
Nigga, you know
You better not tip on your toes
They grippin' the .40 below
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving, she tell me to stay