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Future - Moonwalking In Calabasas Koba Lad Remix Lyrics

[Verse 1: DDG]
Ballin' since I was a jit
Way before Oakland and filmin' the skits, I had a goal to get rich
Momma was strugglin' paying the rent
I couldn't help her with shit
Hate that I'm feelin' so stuck in this bitch (Devo, this shit hard)
Car broke down, can't fix that shit
I cried at night, I'll admit that shit
O2, old, I'll whip that bitch
She left me 'lone but I miss that bitch
If she text right now, I'll hit that bitch
Old friends like "How you get that lit?"
Same old me but they think I switched
Fuck old friends I don't know that bitch
Racks too big, can't fold that shit
Hand get numb when I hold that shit
Momma I told you we gon' be okay
Whippin' that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don't know what to say

[Verse 2: Koba LaD]
Mais si j'raconte tout, ils vont croire que j'ai pas de vie
Que j'ai des regrets aussi mais pas du tout
Même si des fois c'était dur, regarde-moi, rien n'est impossible
Fallait que je deal pour manger, que je deal pour m'habiller, que j'redeal pour remanger
J'suis plus dans l'deal mais c'est moi qui vient t'livrer, si y a moyen de gratter
Ça a déjà crié "PU" avant qu'la porte latéral droite, elle s'ouvre, mon frère, han, han
[Chorus: DDG]
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Louis bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's

[Verse 3: DDG]
Bet when I drop, they don't post that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I'ma note that shit
When I blow you'll owe me bitch
Humble ass nigga but I know I'm rich (Yeah, rich as fuck)
Fuck that shit I know I'm lit
If we beef I fuck your bitch
All of the niggas I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they bitches and get 'em wet
Call her a Uber, I hit 'em and send 'em back
Do it in silence cause players' ain't in to that
No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh
She said your dick game was so-so
And she had told me your broke (That's tough)

[Verse 4: Koba LaD]
Et j'crois qu'mon p'tit con d'frère fume en scred
J'ai grave la haine, tout l'monde va dire qu'c'est d'ma faute
Il faut qu'j'le nique mais nique sa mère, t'façon, ça va rien changer
Il comprendra plus tard que toutes ces merdes, c'est pour les schlags
Et un appel manqué d'mon ex (Eh, eh, hun)
[Pre-Chorus: DDG]
Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want dick, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy, yeah
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on niggas just like Houdini

[Chorus: DDG]
Mm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas
Louie bag gotta hold the ratchet
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mm, got some millions but it's just a fraction
Spendin' money for my satisfaction
Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's

[Outro: DDG]
Benjamin's, we don't fuck with Jackson's
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin' through the Calabasas