Move
Nigga call me Moulin Rouge,
With my left hand I can make a bowling roll
My right hand on Tony's toes, and I am on a lonely road
Hibiscus make a rose elope, I'm tryna meet the holy ghost
Can't rig that shit the vote is sold fuck politics and all of those
I regurgitate don't ignore the state, gotta say
I be on a rage thats my normal state, and again
I might just win the race, just to laugh at James, gotta say
And if I go insane ima tell a lion to lend its mane
Top speed watch me kick it miles and running
So intoxicated on the cadence lines blurry
Tape the papers scrape the scrapers bind bondings
My word, selection A-1 rhymes solid
Fuck it its Christmas, its time for tip tap
I kissed a Queen's hat, and now my lips black
Draw that pussy with a free hand
Deeper than deep nigga leave that
She got brittle bones like a sick lad
But gold on her neck she a rich ass uh
Turn left right then move
Pour that wine on you
Come on I want you
Gun and run I move, in my boots
Turn left, right I move
Pour that, wine on you
Come on, I want you
Gun and run I move, in my boots
All tha demons
Watch me scheming
I can tell you a fairy tale, bout the day that jerry came
Ten pounds he a heavyweight, tag that day an entry day
Can't watch my flow
They can't take my soul
They can't hurt my goal
Can't blow my dope
You can't smoke my dope
I came from the low
Where I watch the wolves
Socks on and my gloves
Its a cold old world
Gotta keep my glock
Right check on my soul
You can't hurt my soul
No no
Yeah, got me balling
The wolves keep howling
Keep my folks on suspense, I'm sauced in
Can't loose the prize and then
Yeah, yeah watch how I move
Ohh, yeah, these niggas watch how I move
Turn left right then move
Pour that wine on you
Come on I want you
Gun and run I move, in my boots
Turn left, right I move
Pour that, wine on you
Come on, I want you
Gun and run I move, in my boots
All tha demons
Watch me scheming
I'm swerve and switching, my nerves be itching
I'm flipping the bands my ears be pitching
Bad society the peers be sleeping
No breakfast lunch but dinner is chicken
With my left hand I can make a bowling roll
My right hand on Tony's toes, and I am on a lonely road
Hibiscus make a rose elope, I'm tryna meet the holy ghost
Can't rig that shit the vote is sold fuck politics and all of those
I regurgitate don't ignore the state, gotta say
I be on a rage thats my normal state, and again
I might just win the race, just to laugh at James, gotta say
And if I go insane ima tell a lion to lend its mane
Top speed watch me kick it miles and running
So intoxicated on the cadence lines blurry
Tape the papers scrape the scrapers bind bondings
My word, selection A-1 rhymes solid
Fuck it its Christmas, its time for tip tap
I kissed a Queen's hat, and now my lips black
Draw that pussy with a free hand
Deeper than deep nigga leave that
She got brittle bones like a sick lad
But gold on her neck she a rich ass uh
Turn left right then move
Pour that wine on you
Come on I want you
Gun and run I move, in my boots
Turn left, right I move
Pour that, wine on you
Come on, I want you
Gun and run I move, in my boots
All tha demons
Watch me scheming
I can tell you a fairy tale, bout the day that jerry came
Ten pounds he a heavyweight, tag that day an entry day
Can't watch my flow
They can't take my soul
They can't hurt my goal
Can't blow my dope
You can't smoke my dope
I came from the low
Where I watch the wolves
Socks on and my gloves
Its a cold old world
Gotta keep my glock
Right check on my soul
You can't hurt my soul
No no
Yeah, got me balling
The wolves keep howling
Keep my folks on suspense, I'm sauced in
Can't loose the prize and then
Yeah, yeah watch how I move
Ohh, yeah, these niggas watch how I move
Turn left right then move
Pour that wine on you
Come on I want you
Gun and run I move, in my boots
Turn left, right I move
Pour that, wine on you
Come on, I want you
Gun and run I move, in my boots
All tha demons
Watch me scheming
I'm swerve and switching, my nerves be itching
I'm flipping the bands my ears be pitching
Bad society the peers be sleeping
No breakfast lunch but dinner is chicken
Credits
Writer(s): Chuka Rhiz Ralph, Esosa Deuce Philip
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