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I got the moves I grab the funk out the trunk and the speakers be bussing I shoot, I be all in my groove The Glock gon alarm, he snooze That nigga he might just OD heard he mixing a deuce with a deuce I keep these red on my bottoms my niggas be apes way they stepping sound like they in Boots I might just aim at ya box and the Glock gon detox all that chakra, he ran outta juice You TikTok all yo minutes of maid This 42 finna dig em, we paid Bitch I get laid You niggas some roaches you come in my crib, Ima spray like some raid You betta not invade I put 24 to his back when I shoot, bet I lean like a fade You niggas, y'all bitches be acting like movie, can't see that yo ass getting played I got the moves I got the moves feel like Jagger Pull yo cable he turn to a lagger Bitch I'm a fragger I'm finna throw this grenade I be pulling the ring like it's Saturn I'm throwing fits like a baby I f*ck on yo lady, she like how I switch up my pattern Yo bitch be doing the mop when she giving me top, think my climax as high as a ladder Just like a ladder, she going step by the step Dive in pussy feel like Michael Phelps I keep a black and a white hoe they blow like a whistle, I feel like ma'fucking ref Heard yo bitch got a deep dish you can cook inna pussy I feel like a ma'fucking chef I'm just that nigga oh no I can't ever fall down like a elf on a ma'fucking shelf I got the moves I put the Mac to his book and he shaking, he scared and I know cuz I read em Bitch ass, flunky ass, hoe ass nigga, he took yo cash yo bitch ass let em I dead em, no f*ck bout a nigga I set em I set on fire or this Glock finna wet em Niggas said I be in all black like I'm ma'fucking Venom Give a f*ck bout yo party, I shoot at yo kickback Sit back, pushing the Hellcat sit back Yo bitch tat my name on her wrist tat I killed me a opp he obese, Ima smoke be a big pack F*ck bitches in London, I tip that Heard this beat I said f*ck, give no f*ck bitch I guess Ima rip that They like damn that boy cash yea he did that How yo ass want some beef but you ain't got a stick, that's a mismatch These niggas semi talk, up at yo dome once I pick up the auto, I be in my zone These bitches they don't give a f*ck about your heart, they will break em that's why I Made mine outta Chrome Heart, f*ck nigga betta not start, you a bitch, yo ass happy when you home alone These bitches annoying be ringing my bell got me feeling Yeat, they be all in my phone Like bitch, why is you all in my celly Bitch I trap inna corner like Deli These rappers actors just like DMX, give a f*ck bout yo gut I will shoot at yo belly I'm up in Lenox I might hit that Prada and Fendi I might have to hit that Chanelly I might just flood out my wrist got me feeling like Uzi Might piss on my wrist like R Kelly
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