[Intro: Phil Ade]
Yeah
I like that, yeah
Uh, blue moon, yeah
Blue moon
[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
I'm on my grind
Every night I flex, they impressed when I'm pullin' up
Phantom every time
Met her once at the club, she was wasted tryna give it up
Give it up, give it up
When it's over, she say baby, hit my line, we could live it up
I ain't gon' lie
Way she drop it and she twist it, make a nigga wanna do his stuff
[Verse 2: Phil Ade]
It's prime time, I'm that 21 Dion, peons want be on what P on
Beyond what you see with TV on, 3's in the T-on
The britches on me, cost a bookin' fee
To see Lyon, what type of shit we on
We on, me and EB, where we belong
The coldest, you niggas AC need freon
EBM we on, we at where the money be
And all my bitches now sell flat tummy T, know me
Yeah
I like that, yeah
Uh, blue moon, yeah
Blue moon
[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
I'm on my grind
Every night I flex, they impressed when I'm pullin' up
Phantom every time
Met her once at the club, she was wasted tryna give it up
Give it up, give it up
When it's over, she say baby, hit my line, we could live it up
I ain't gon' lie
Way she drop it and she twist it, make a nigga wanna do his stuff
[Verse 2: Phil Ade]
It's prime time, I'm that 21 Dion, peons want be on what P on
Beyond what you see with TV on, 3's in the T-on
The britches on me, cost a bookin' fee
To see Lyon, what type of shit we on
We on, me and EB, where we belong
The coldest, you niggas AC need freon
EBM we on, we at where the money be
And all my bitches now sell flat tummy T, know me
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