Keepin It Movin - J. Stalin, Lil Blood, Brickmoney Yosama: текст песни id 60172742
I’m just livin my best life, fuckin my brodie wife
Sellin that hard white, up at it all night
Lil bro think he bullet proof, shoot at his bullet tooth
Bitches get ran thru, you snith, then ill shoot at you
I be on good dope, rockin my pea coat
Shoot like a free-throw, shoot at your people
No time for the fuckery, demons be huntin me
That choppo, that hundred piece, just hit for a hundred Ps
Don’t play with my currency, ill die bout my currency
Have you in emergency if you play with my currency
Bitch my lifestyle is luxury, bitches keep buggin me
Have you in emergency if you play with my currency
On Belinda, nigga
I ain’t got time for the fuckery
Try and get some money, come and fuck with me (me)
Livin life in luxury (Livin life in luxury)
I’m just keepin it movin (Baby, let me move)
Niggas hatin' I’m just keepin' it movin' (Baby, let me move)
Chasin' paper, I’m just keepin' it movin'
I’m just chasin this paper, pimpin, keep it movin
Cause these niggas out here tellin who servin, who shootin
So I keep it exclusive, never know what I’m doin
Tax his ass for the work, know I chopped and I screwed it
Like a plate of backstreets, we don’t avenue it
Caught him slippin at the burger joint, I had to do em
But whatever you get money or the bullshit
The elevator or the stairs, bro, I’m cool whip
Micro, draco hold a cool clip, couple hi-tecs and a pyrex that’s my tool kit
Top shelf lifestyle, bro I do this, foriegn with the package
Yours don’t do this
I ain’t got time for the fuckery
Try and get some money, come and fuck with me (me)
Livin life in luxury (Livin life in luxury)
I’m just keepin it movin (Baby, let me move)
Niggas hatin' I’m just keepin' it movin' (Baby, let me move)
Chasin' paper, I’m just keepin' it movin'
Stackin all my money I just might buy me a plane
We just jumped in the bed, we ain’t even exchange names
I get to the paper, my life is truely insane
Dick-dolla holla, she pushin dope in her veins
Stay away from suckas, cause niggas they all lame
Choppin get to singin on niggas like Eddie Cane
I’ma keep my receipt like Lil Wayne
How could you hate, when you ain’t felt my pain?
You ain’t sold coke with bangers in the rain
You don’t know all the shit we overvame
I ain’t got time, and I ain’t playin no games
I don’t trust shit, that’s a dope-boy mindframe
I ain’t got time for the fuckery
Try and get some money, come and fuck with me (me)
Livin life in luxury (Livin life in luxury)
I’m just keepin it movin (Baby, let me move)
Niggas hatin' I’m just keepin' it movin' (Baby, let me move)
Chasin' paper, I’m just keepin' it movin'
(Baby, let me move…)
I’m just keepin it movin
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