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Jump out, hop out They put the whip up Smooth bucket between Porsche, Rovers, Corvetted killlas Walk in, “Damn, she fye” Yeah, this a stick up Daddy once told me the cool can’t be bought it’s with you It’s on you Like black on ice, like white on rice, or ice on blacks Like cool on cats You got it? Watched the movie Ray, now I don’t see no complications Instead I keep an ear out, still don’t mind them conversations Right, wrong They gon’ fawn for you Keep closed, when doors open they flock to you Back bone, you ain’t got it they gon’ do you Keep the onion on you, these bitches made to screw you Stay running till hallelujah or milli quadruple mula Controller of my medulla till I can go buy Abuja Make niggas sick to they stomach Give ‘em blookah blookah blookahs That’s gon’ move em out my way Tell the DJ let them speakers blow and move em out my face, nigga (Moving) It’s your motherfucking moving day Now, you ain’t got to go home Letras de cancionesBut you gon’ have to get the hell on tho Move bitch, get out the way Tell these punk bitches get the fuck out my face Move bitch, get out the way Tell these punk bitches get the fuck out my face Yeah, woah Just catch a glimpse of lil baby in her 20’s She ain’t really supposed to be here Should’ve got shot down in that closet by hooded niggas Should’ve got shot down with Sheeky outside my apartment Should’ve faded up that bitch Jacey when she fucked Dre cause I fucked Dre But didn’t want to let on I was hurt by what some nigga say But really it was principle still think about that shit today To think bout all the bitches earned my fade but I just walked away My parents should've really been vlogging since I was little Been leading since I was little Ambitious since I was special And wasn't just on my momma My teachers said I was special I pulled from things as a child I see now were moments scheduled Exceed past expectations the pastor said he saw something My journey wasn’t just for nothing Them squabbles wasn’t just for nothing That talk back ain’t go for nothing Was always gon’ win at something Was up to me what I wanted Been moving since just a youngin' Refuse to be someone stuck in time and never doing nothin’ Jump in the circle get to sweating while I do my dougie The heavy breathing if I do it i’m gon’ do it, honey Whichever bets that form against me you gon’ lose yo money Moving, moving, moving, moving, moving Bitch, get out the way Moving, moving, moving, moving, moving Bitch, get out my face Moving It’s a moving day From Letras Mania