Move Out hooligan chase

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[Intro]
Ay, ay, yeah, ay
Don't try this at home
Fuckin' idiot

[Chorus]
Ay, momma, I'm tryna move out to L.A. (Out to L.A.)
I'ma fuck your bitch right where you lay (Right where you lay)
And commas, tryna run up every day (Run up every day)
Primadonna, when I wanna fuck her face (I'll fuck her face)
Neck like Llama, in my car, but not much space (It not much space)
Ay, Obama, I'm tryna take Malia on a date ([?])
Smoke Bahamas, burnin' palm trees to the face (I'm smokin' [?])
And Donna, me and Eric broke the bank (We broke the bank)

[Verse 1]
Ay, off of the drugs once again (Ay, yeah)
She ask do I know how to swim (Ay, ay)
Hurting her jaws, I feel her teeth (Ay, ay)
Then I'ma start lookin' for fins (Ay, ay)
Ay, woah, fuckin' on you and your friend (God damn)
Ay, woah, I'm gettin' top once again (Ay, yeah)
I just got top once again
I'm tryna leave but she blockin' me in (God damn)
Smokin' my 9 to 5, get to my plug house
And he get to clockin' me in
Sorry to break it
I know you gon' hate that we fucked
We not talkin' again (Hey!)
I got some thots in Japan
Not about guala? Then talk to the hand