Wassup Rocker, 8Percent - Moved on lyrics
[Wassup Rocker, 8Percent - Moved on lyrics]
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt pss, pss, uh uh
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade? (okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
(yup)
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade?
(I don't know, okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
I beg yo' pardon the trap house, my garden
I don't like these rappers
These rappers retarded (That's rude)
Got so much bands, and I just barely started
My the room, like your mother just farted
I be in the kitchen, whippin', I'm whippin'
(whew, whew)
They throwin' some shade, but they missin'
They missin' (pss, pss)
I'm in Tokyo, driftin', I'm driftin'
(skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrt)
You lookin' for feelings
Well mine just went missin'
You keep blowin' up my line (brr)
Well, honestly, man, I'm moved on (ha)
You only want me now
'Cause I'm gettin' to the
Bread like a crouton (yuh, yuh)
You keep blowin' up my line (pss, pss)
Well, honestly, man, I'm moved on (brr, brr)
You only want me now (mmhm)
'Cause I'm gettin' to the
Bread like a crouton (hey)
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade? (okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
(for real)
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (ha)
How many bitches in my escalade?
(I don't know, okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
Wassup
Ay, ay hop on the beat, knock it out
Feel like Mayweather
They better go and get something
Go gain cheddar
Do not compare me, no, we not the same ever
I am a legend, this not the same level
I am a trendsetter, you are a poser
Your mom raised a bitch
Mine raised a soldier
Gimme five minutes with your bitch, it's over
She in my bed, she not wearin' clothin'
I chill with Rocker, we got it on smash
Don't hit the brakes, we stay with the gas
I stay with the money, I'm makin' it fast
I count it so much, I be late to my class
Yes, I run it up 'cause I know I'm a king
I heal the world with the talent I bring
I got it poppin', just doin' my thing
Now, they want features, they pay me to sing
Four, five, six, to the seven, eight
How many bitches in my escalade?
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
Four, five, six, to the seven, eight
How many bitches in my escalade?
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
Wassup
Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt pss, pss, uh uh
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade? (okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
(yup)
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade?
(I don't know, okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
I beg yo' pardon the trap house, my garden
I don't like these rappers
These rappers retarded (That's rude)
Got so much bands, and I just barely started
My the room, like your mother just farted
I be in the kitchen, whippin', I'm whippin'
(whew, whew)
They throwin' some shade, but they missin'
They missin' (pss, pss)
I'm in Tokyo, driftin', I'm driftin'
(skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrrt)
You lookin' for feelings
Well mine just went missin'
You keep blowin' up my line (brr)
Well, honestly, man, I'm moved on (ha)
You only want me now
'Cause I'm gettin' to the
Bread like a crouton (yuh, yuh)
You keep blowin' up my line (pss, pss)
Well, honestly, man, I'm moved on (brr, brr)
You only want me now (mmhm)
'Cause I'm gettin' to the
Bread like a crouton (hey)
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (mmhm)
How many bitches in my escalade? (okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
(for real)
Fo', five, six, to the seven, eight (ha)
How many bitches in my escalade?
(I don't know, okay)
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
Wassup
Ay, ay hop on the beat, knock it out
Feel like Mayweather
They better go and get something
Go gain cheddar
Do not compare me, no, we not the same ever
I am a legend, this not the same level
I am a trendsetter, you are a poser
Your mom raised a bitch
Mine raised a soldier
Gimme five minutes with your bitch, it's over
She in my bed, she not wearin' clothin'
I chill with Rocker, we got it on smash
Don't hit the brakes, we stay with the gas
I stay with the money, I'm makin' it fast
I count it so much, I be late to my class
Yes, I run it up 'cause I know I'm a king
I heal the world with the talent I bring
I got it poppin', just doin' my thing
Now, they want features, they pay me to sing
Four, five, six, to the seven, eight
How many bitches in my escalade?
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
Four, five, six, to the seven, eight
How many bitches in my escalade?
I'm too different, man, you can't relate
And, I remember I was broke like yesterday
Wassup