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boofpaxkmooky - movin' round lyrics
[intro]
i’d really like to use cash
[chorus]
move ’round this b_tch, so you know i can’t stay
i move to atlanta, she call me lil baby
i just got the sig, i put ten in his face
you ain’t talkin’ about money, f_ck out my face
i beat yo ‘lil ass in this mall like dababy
send yo ass up, he lazy, n_ggas hate, wait
in this throwback smokin’ on dank
n_gga off this percocet, i was just playin’
i need that bag, had to get me a plan
you too late dawg, you ain’t
know you is a b_tch dawg, not a man, he mad, he a fan
[verse]
my pockets up boy, i fill ’em with deads
you can’t get up with me, lightyear like it’s buzz with me
don’t talk about that, to me
i stay in the office like [?]
and that’s not my hoe but it should be
i see you right now like what’s good
and i really like to use cash, i’m up, bеat cash
and this b_tch want to f_ck but i went too fast so that b_tch don’t trust me
i can see in your face likе you ugly
what’s that on my wrist, yeah it’s bustin’
i pull out that glock and i’m bustin’
these n_ggas really disgusting
and i got these feelings for nothing
[chorus]
move ’round this b_tch, so you know i can’t stay
i move to atlanta, she call me lil baby
i just got the sig, i put ten in his face
you ain’t talkin’ about money, f_ck out my face
i beat yo ‘lil ass in this mall like dababy
send yo ass up, he lazy, n_ggas hate, wait
in this throwback smokin’ on dank
n_gga off this percocet, i was just playin’
i need that bag, had to get me a plan
you too late dawg, you ain’t
know you is a b_tch dawg, not a man, he mad, he a fan
[verse]
aye, my pockets on tough n_gga
aye, i smell like too much n_gga
d_mn, stick up, give that sh_t up n_gga
no lacking, i’ma get up with you
big thot, i cannot f_ck with you
kick rocks, after i’m done with you
eat xanax, with a lunchable
baby want good s_x, i’m not f_cking you
you wanna talk, no discussing you
i’m throwing sh_t off the wall, rushing you
dealing with sh_t but i don’t mean to hustle you
riding round with a glocky, done with this b_tch tryna’ pop me
i don’t wanna smoke out your pot, please
i’m married to money, i’m getting this money can’t drop me
after we f_ck i say stop, please (i’d really like to use cash)
this hoe wanna come, i say not me
not me
[chorus]
move ’round this b_tch, so you know i can’t stay
i move to atlanta, she call me lil baby
i just got the sig, i put ten in his face
you ain’t talkin’ about money, f_ck out my face
i beat yo ‘lil ass in this mall like dababy
send yo ass up, he lazy, n_ggas hate, wait
in this throwback smokin’ on dank
n_gga off this percocet, i was just playin’
i need that bag, had to get me a plan
you too late dawg, you ain’t
know you is a b_tch dawg, not a man, he mad, he a fan
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