When iMove (feat. $murf)
Aye what we Gon do with this shit
So high im losing my shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Like how you do so much shit
Chill and counting blues up and shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
I heard its freaks in the spot
My crody makin it hot
Yea Ciggy he gon deliver
So cold we makin em shiver
Promise you dont want these shots
Cuzz they go straight to your liver
And you go straight to ya maker
bitch watch me skate to Jamaica
All my niccaz is lurkin
In the SPUR of the moment
Better hope they not nervous
Cuzz my niccaz get testy
Dont feel safe when you driving
We got guns longer than WEMBY
Just itching to use it
Nicca im wishing you tempt me
You aint stopping my wave
You know I'm breaking that levee
Cuzz we built Ford tough
Even when we in Chevys
I'm telling her CHILL
She poppin a PILL
I'm smoking im drinkin
I'm hoping that i dont SPILL
Aye what we Gon do with this shit
So high im losing my shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Like how you do so much shit
Chill and counting blues up and shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Treat me like Luda worship me
She gon treat me like Buda
Late night bacc blocc with the movers
No fist fights threw glocks in sewers
She got a thang for the doers
And I got a thang for her too what
She was on me when I was a poo putt
They can't down me now cuz I'm too up
And I got a gang full of klu klux
Them niggas did bad a lil too much
Bacc to good the vybes tho
Heard the small fish die when the tide low
Pray i hold this water like a silo
Still I get on tracks and turn pyro
Pray i hold this water like a silo
Still I get on tracks and turn pyro
Tryna get fried, chicc side
In the wildest ways how we live life
She surprised off words ain't the gift type
They ain't fuccn up this cyph
I let her wine and wiggle
She in my ear like let's spend time a little
Told her know I'm on timing wit youu
Can't even say who designed the pistol
But thats how you know all my guys official
Aye what we Gon do with this shit
So high im losing my shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Like how you do so much shit
Chill and counting blues up and shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
So high im losing my shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Like how you do so much shit
Chill and counting blues up and shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
I heard its freaks in the spot
My crody makin it hot
Yea Ciggy he gon deliver
So cold we makin em shiver
Promise you dont want these shots
Cuzz they go straight to your liver
And you go straight to ya maker
bitch watch me skate to Jamaica
All my niccaz is lurkin
In the SPUR of the moment
Better hope they not nervous
Cuzz my niccaz get testy
Dont feel safe when you driving
We got guns longer than WEMBY
Just itching to use it
Nicca im wishing you tempt me
You aint stopping my wave
You know I'm breaking that levee
Cuzz we built Ford tough
Even when we in Chevys
I'm telling her CHILL
She poppin a PILL
I'm smoking im drinkin
I'm hoping that i dont SPILL
Aye what we Gon do with this shit
So high im losing my shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Like how you do so much shit
Chill and counting blues up and shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Treat me like Luda worship me
She gon treat me like Buda
Late night bacc blocc with the movers
No fist fights threw glocks in sewers
She got a thang for the doers
And I got a thang for her too what
She was on me when I was a poo putt
They can't down me now cuz I'm too up
And I got a gang full of klu klux
Them niggas did bad a lil too much
Bacc to good the vybes tho
Heard the small fish die when the tide low
Pray i hold this water like a silo
Still I get on tracks and turn pyro
Pray i hold this water like a silo
Still I get on tracks and turn pyro
Tryna get fried, chicc side
In the wildest ways how we live life
She surprised off words ain't the gift type
They ain't fuccn up this cyph
I let her wine and wiggle
She in my ear like let's spend time a little
Told her know I'm on timing wit youu
Can't even say who designed the pistol
But thats how you know all my guys official
Aye what we Gon do with this shit
So high im losing my shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Like how you do so much shit
Chill and counting blues up and shit
When I move you move bitch
Yea treat me like Ludacris
Credits
Writer(s): James Johnson, Michael Fraser Jr
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