The Move

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Rich Blakk

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I know you see me, diamonds gleaming
Tell that I'm lit, uh, uh
I'm in her drawls, she rollin' raw
We in the ritz , uh, uh
Girl what's  the move,
I'm in the mood
Let's take a trip, uh
Whatever I'm on, she rollin' lit
Let's go get lit,

I'm gettin' lit
I'm with your bitch, and she catchin' balls, I gotta assist
And she like the raw, so I let her twist
And she want my all, but
I'll get her gifts
See, I'm the juice that you gotta sip So I can pull strings like I got a wrist
See, I got the cash, to stay  in the mix Whenever she mad, she poutin' her lips

She Crying wolf, cause she bit
If it's the truth, then I'ma get it
But don't be jumpin' to conclusions, baby Just jump on his dick
She say the juice gon' make her looser, baby
You just tryna sip
I'm tryna get lost in that pussy, baby Please help me forget

She want, she want, she want dough, I Homer-simp(son)
I forgot, I forgot to mention
I be in the trap, bae
Can't report my income
So if I need more racks, bae
Will you help me get some? I just, I just, I just

I just need this task, bae
It's gon' be a big one
You just play finesser ,
I'm gon' pull up with the big gun
If they  try to move, bae, it's gon' be a movie, bae
Better tell em sitcom, don't try to confuse me

Found out  this a X-House, he said, why you had to ruse me?

I know you see me, diamonds gleaming, tell that I'm lit
I'm in a draw, she rollin' raw, we in the reds
Girl, it's the move, I'm in the mood, let's take a trip

Whatever I'm on, she rollin' with, let's go get lit
I know you take care of this for me, right
You say you don't love that nigga, right
But you think you do

So you gon' be there with him
Just make sure you leave that bag door unlocked
Leave him with her every time
That's the move

Tears runnin' down her cheek as her grief sadden
I'm cut from a different cloth, this is sheik  satin
But you ain't runnin' in this field, get your cleats maddened
I turn ape  like I'm switchin' up the beat pattern

I'm a star, what's ajar?
I could meet Saturn
I'm so galactic with my tactics,
I don't need practice
This A.I. got me winnin' off the team brackets
You could be winnin' at life but how you beat Caskets?

You'll still be singin' ash to ash and dust to dust
You'll be buried with your lustrous stuff
Half full, half empty is just enough
You gotta be optimistic, it's not just a cup

But if I see a opp, I'm still spittin' just adjust
I'd rather put a cop on ice, man, just for just
Just for us
I'm at the point I'm bout to switch angles, it ain't just a cusp

And he'll probably snitch so they adjust the cuffs
With the sawed off, I cut, adjust the butt
Yeah, gotta adjust the pump
If I address him, he don't need a adjuster to assess the stuff

F*ck an attempt, man these shells  need access to guts
F*ck a shit bag, wishin' on a genie, but it's sinbad
I  gruntin' when I squeeze, I ain't knew I was this mad
I switch the scope to his sun, man, I focus and pan levers

Man, what you caused for this effect, man, you thought it was Mandela
You put your hands on that bitch and you thought she would tell, never?
Man, you wasn't thinkin' bout revenge , you probably thought it was her friends
You was chillin', you was lax, you was coopin' in the benz

Man, I bet it hit different when the whoop hit your chin
Smokin' on this J-Maine as it's blowin' in the wind
See these shells ain't shy, you can't run if I slide
Should've kept your hands to yourself and you might be alive

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