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点击复制Move How I Move(feat. Jessi) (Explicit) - Jessi/Ricky
Lyrics by：Ricky Donell Jones
Composed by：Ricky Donell Jones
I grew up in a struggle everyday it was a hustle
At the school house getting in trouble
Smoking 'til I'm seeing double
Back in 6th grade when me and Jessi was at Lincoln
Skipping class they was learning we was sneaking
N***as hating on my swag so we was beefing
Gotta work hard for my momma ain't no sleeping
Rats in my circle so I had to cut some loose ends
N***as tryna get the high score of playing pretend
Tryna get that bag so I can buy that white benz
Tooly on my hip that's for bodies not for fashion
Turn yo a*s to paste tense
Momma raising money for yo casket
Money keep adding not subtracting
Pull up to yo hood like what's cracking
You not a gangsta let's stop acting
Been had my glock like what's happening
It's for show I guess we better clap then
The front don't open so we kick the back in
He eating bullets I'mma call him packman
He wanna fight that's a deadly backhand
If Ricky say the word goons attacking
Lil n***a you don't move how I move
Finna make it to the top real soon
Tryna get so high I touch the moon
I want a mansion with a pool
Never lacking I stay strapped with that tool
Already in the hood with my goons
Tryna play me n***a you gone make the news
Hear my glock yea it gotta pretty tune
The block is hot I got my glock
The top gone drop the trunk it pop
F**k a cop gangsta s**t no it don't stop
Yea I don't talk a lot
Clean the blood go get the mop
He was breathing now he not
'Cuz he was a f**king opp
I'm from the streets ain't no need to explain
When you get older learn to work through that pain
I'll never snitch we not cut the same
I'm not doing this just for clout and fame
Make sure my fam eat before I buy a chain
I got my brother so I don't need to gangbang
Most of you n***as
Would've never made it through the rain
I got the juice and crew call me Daddy Kane
If you got a problem then come stop me
Steady talking 'bout he gone pop me
Yea you know he tried to shot me
Better stop I'm catching bodies
Gun smoke so I kinda see
Better person what I'm tryna be
You my n***a so don't lie to me
If I love you stay on side of me
Lil n***a you don't move how I move
Finna make it to the top real soon
Tryna get so high I touch the moon
I want a mansion with a pool
Never lacking I stay strapped with that tool
Already in the hood with my goons
Tryna play me n***a you gone make the news
Hear my glock yea it gotta pretty tune