Got a couple boys at the show
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
All your cards out on the table
Like you're see through
Playing hard to get
But you're unstable
(Tell the truth)
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Got a couple boys at the show
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
Murder on my mind
Baby you all are mine
Baby i'm a dime
And you just want a slice
Yeah, you are my favorite guy
And yeah, we'll do it all night
Yeah, you are my favorite (Ah)
The only one who'll do me right
All my hoes are superstars
Yeah, all my hoes are superstars
Catch them in Harper's Bazaar
Yeah, i'm up next bitch, superstar
I'm up next bitch, superstar
Catch me in some fancy car
Catch me with your man on my arm
Got a couple boys at the show
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Franki Raine - Moshing Lyrics
Franki Raine - Moshing Lyrics
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Got a couple boys at the show
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
All your cards out on the table
Like you're see through
Playing hard to get
But you're unstable
(Tell the truth)
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Got a couple boys at the show
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
Murder on my mind
Baby you all are mine
Baby i'm a dime
And you just want a slice
Yeah, you are my favorite guy
And yeah, we'll do it all night
Yeah, you are my favorite (Ah)
The only one who'll do me right
All my hoes are superstars
Yeah, all my hoes are superstars
Catch them in Harper's Bazaar
Yeah, i'm up next bitch, superstar
I'm up next bitch, superstar
Catch me in some fancy car
Catch me with your man on my arm
Got a couple boys at the show
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
All your cards out on the table
Like you're see through
Playing hard to get
But you're unstable
(Tell the truth)
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Got a couple boys at the show
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
Murder on my mind
Baby you all are mine
Baby i'm a dime
And you just want a slice
Yeah, you are my favorite guy
And yeah, we'll do it all night
Yeah, you are my favorite (Ah)
The only one who'll do me right
All my hoes are superstars
Yeah, all my hoes are superstars
Catch them in Harper's Bazaar
Yeah, i'm up next bitch, superstar
I'm up next bitch, superstar
Catch me in some fancy car
Catch me with your man on my arm
Got a couple boys at the show
They Moshing
Feeding them drugs
They call me mami
Rolling it up
I got that Marley
In love with the tug
Don't put that past me
(Woo, Yeah)
I love the cars, the clothes, the money
And your boy, too
My confession is obsession
This is not new
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Bitch get me high
Bitch bitch get me high
Writer: Francesca Deckert
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