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T.I., Snoop Dogg - Moon Juice (Audio) ft. Jeremih
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Jeremih
Jeremih
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Broadus Jr.
Calvin Broadus Jr.
Songwriter
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
Lerron Carson
Lerron Carson
Songwriter
Tracey La Marr Davis
Tracey La Marr Davis
Songwriter
Kevin Gilliam
Kevin Gilliam
Songwriter
Danny Means
Danny Means
Songwriter
Keiwan Spillman
Keiwan Spillman
Songwriter
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardiak
Cardiak
Producer
Paul Cabbin
Paul Cabbin
Producer
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
I just wanna sip of the juice, yeah
Oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
I just wanna sip of the juice, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
It's up, babe, perfect timing
Shawty body like a wine glass
Five foot three with yo fine ass
You get better as the time pass
One, four, three, you done locked it up
Put 'em panties to the side, had to mop it up
Tell yo lame-ass **** he ain't stoppin' us
Double C's, Louis V, had to cop you some
Cullinan Rolls
Girl, you're drop-dead in a drop-head
Whatever to get you alone
Can you say my name like it's a topic?
[Verse 3]
Oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
I just wanna sip of the juice, yeah
Oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
I just wanna sip of the juice, yeah
[Verse 4]
Soon as I open my mouth, they know I'm from Atlanta
Where every **** got a Phantom, an Audemars
And extendos on they hammer
Stay away from paparazzi cameras
I'm old-school, I'm a dope boy, baby, I ain't never been a scammer
Rain my antenna, smooth like a clear dude
Two hundred thousand for a band full of residue
Me tuck my tail, ain't gon' never do
You better know my youngins ain't gon' hesitate when I let 'em loose
My thing got nothin' to do with what I'm tellin' you
Take my number, make me make myself available
I'll take you somewhere off the grid, be untraceable
Introduce you to a vibe irreplaceable, king
[Verse 5]
Oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
I just wanna sip of the juice, yeah
Oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
I just wanna sip of the juice, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
I know you probably never gon' see like
You never had a **** from the hood with that D like
California, baby, so you know just what we like
Walk that, talk that, ****, that G life
Trunk full of gas, usually in my backpack
Run up on a dawg and I rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Seven Deuce Capris, the paint job's a beast
Cruisin' through the city with yo mama or your niece
On the east side we ride the most
Pick a road then we slide the post
Stay fly but ride with toast
You better recognize, Jeremih and T.I.
We collectivize, rectify, outstanding
Premeditated, never reprimanded
In the mask lookin' like a bandit
Jettin' in my jet to another planet
That's how I planned it, off we go
'Cause you got what I want
So I'm givin' you what you need
So stop playin' wit' me
Get in wit' a boss and buckle up
'Cause we about to take off, yessir
[Verse 7]
Oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
I just wanna sip of the juice, yeah
Oh, you know what I wanna do
Tryna take you over the moon
I just wanna sip of the juice, yeah, yeah
Written by: Calvin Broadus Jr., Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Carl McCormick, Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Clifford J. Harris, Jr., Danny Means, Jeremy Felton, Keiwan Spillman, Kevin Gilliam, Lerron Carson, Tracey Alan Davis, Tracey La Marr Davis
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