Lyrics:
With a g to make moves like a runaway
Slim thick, so fleek with the custom lay
Fenty, telfair, she’s the one to slay
Aye…we can hit a boutique
Get some
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
afternoon and night
We lay together side by side
Searching for lust, searching for breath
Searching for the touch of life
No words are spoken, the only
getting righteous, baby don't fight this.
Move it like that, yeah I like this.
What about 4-play? Beat it up all day.
Will I still love you in the morning?
by Gs, you can check,
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked,
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis
out stay in shape
Benz plates
Cruise around wit the hot sounds
Pumped loud, "I Be" by Fox Brown
It's locked down
Overall tryin' to make moves stay in
my temple
It's real simple
Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix
Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click!
[Chorus]
For
simple
Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix
Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click!
(Chorus)
For the thuns, each one to each
simple
Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix
Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click!
(Chorus)
For the thuns, each one to each
the dreads (yo)
I take pride in smellin fly
Baby ain't no tellin why I blaze
I sport Chuck Taylor's twice a week
Gotta keep an ear out on the streets
angel
I'm on it
Hanging by my chain wit the diamonds on it
Got a lot of things and i know she want it
Way she move got attention on it
A little bit
you move to fast get swolled by quick sand
Ina club wit them youngyins and they rockn them wrist bands
But ina field they big soldiers wit the sticks
that shit like a Quarter B
Money and royalty
Never gonna mix with disloyalty
Charge it to the game
But ain't no nigga
That's controlling me
Shots by
as fuck, yeah I see the game's all fucked up
Live to fight another day, I move like Holloway
Tricks all up my sleeve, oh yeah and by the way
I know I'm
what the fuck I'm finna do?
Chachi gotta bust a move
Hit the streets, I ain't eating like I'm 'sposed to
With this hustle and this talent, I shoulda
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