Prtynxtdoor
It's my move
Tryna keep the piece like a chessboard
Give you what you need what you stressed for
Baby hit the weed that's what that's for
(Yea yea)
Plus I got the wine or the D'USSÈ
And you lookin fine if I do say
I can give a damn what yo dude say
(Yea yea)
It ain't no pressure
But girl this some pressure
One hit and you left earth
These niggas could neva
I break it down then put it together
I'm coming down it's fuckin my head up
That London pound is hella exotic
You come around you know that I got it
It's all apart of my strategy
So you gotta quit distracting me
It's my move
(My move)
Tryna keep the piece like a chessboard
Give you what you need what you stressed for
Baby hit the weed that's what that's for
(Yea yea)
Plus I got the wine or the D'USSÈ
And you lookin fine if I do say
I can give a damn what yo dude say
(Yea yea)
Do what you want
I stuff a cone baby we don't do blunts
Is that that lame nigga blowing you up
Cuz if I up the toast for the beef then it's brunch
Sorry babygirl I'm off that
I know you here but baby tell me where your thoughts at
I know you dealing with those demons but you fought that
Now that we got that out the way
Go head spark that
And I ain't lost track
It's my move
(Yea)
Tryna keep the piece like a chessboard
Give you what you need what you stressed for
Baby hit the weed that's what that's for
(Yea yea)
Tryna keep the piece like a chessboard
Give you what you need what you stressed for
Baby hit the weed that's what that's for
(Yea yea)
Plus I got the wine or the D'USSÈ
And you lookin fine if I do say
I can give a damn what yo dude say
(Yea yea)
It ain't no pressure
But girl this some pressure
One hit and you left earth
These niggas could neva
I break it down then put it together
I'm coming down it's fuckin my head up
That London pound is hella exotic
You come around you know that I got it
It's all apart of my strategy
So you gotta quit distracting me
It's my move
(My move)
Tryna keep the piece like a chessboard
Give you what you need what you stressed for
Baby hit the weed that's what that's for
(Yea yea)
Plus I got the wine or the D'USSÈ
And you lookin fine if I do say
I can give a damn what yo dude say
(Yea yea)
Do what you want
I stuff a cone baby we don't do blunts
Is that that lame nigga blowing you up
Cuz if I up the toast for the beef then it's brunch
Sorry babygirl I'm off that
I know you here but baby tell me where your thoughts at
I know you dealing with those demons but you fought that
Now that we got that out the way
Go head spark that
And I ain't lost track
It's my move
(Yea)
Tryna keep the piece like a chessboard
Give you what you need what you stressed for
Baby hit the weed that's what that's for
(Yea yea)
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Cranford
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