| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Close the door, akh, let a nigga rock
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| Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit slop (Right)
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| Nigga can’t say shit about this hip-hop (Right)
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| Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop (Right)
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| Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein Rock (Right)
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| It’s a high stake game, dudes are playing it (Oh)
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| I be questioning a lot of y’all who made it in (I know that’s right)
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| Just move with the joint that we chartering (Uh-huh)
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| Make you disappear quick, like you’re part of wind
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| Then laugh, ah-ha ha, and laugh again (Uh-huh)
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| Shorty, move a lil bit, I’m looking at your friend (Uh-huh)
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| Let’s get an ass shake for the beat, girl
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| Get a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl (That's right)
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| We gotta him locked smashed in, tied down (Yeah)
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| We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns (Right)
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| A-yo, I’m tired of these niggas, Bus-a-Bus, now
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| Say it to 'em
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| This is just, for the nasty
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| A-yo, this is just for the sassy
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| A-yo, this is just for the classy
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| A-yo, this is just for the what? |
| (Tell 'em now)
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Ugh! |
| Pardon me, ugh! |
| Gimme room again
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| It’s time to raise the level of the boom again
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| NOW WHO’S THAT?! |
| Bus-a-bus-a-bus Rhyme
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| (Ah-RAAAAAAAWR!!!) See, I ain’t do that in a long time!
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| Spitting shit, make the streets do more crime
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| Cop some cribs, cop a little more shine (I know that’s right)
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| Alright, yea, shh shh, mm, uh, I pity y’all
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| The way I bang niggas, and how I shit on y’all
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| And spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y’all
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| And do my thang, bitch, from here to Senegal
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| We getting a lot of money, me and my friend, Kamaal
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| I take your money too, I ain’t a friend of y’all
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| With so much class, my shit will kill ya, blood
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| Zhe-zhe-zhe-zhe, zhe-zhe—when I don’t wanna rap
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| And still I will smash and make the bitches make it clap
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| As soon as I’m finished with her, homie, I’ll give her back
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| Say it to 'em
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| This is just, for the nasty
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| A-yo, this is just for the sassy
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| A-yo, this is just for the classy
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| A-yo, this is just for the what? |
| (Tell 'em now)
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| When the beat bang, and you’re in the club
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| When you listen and you feel a thud
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| When you hear my voice, understand the love
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| When the DJ spins it back, it’s a friendly rub
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| But when I’m behind, I cannot be kind
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| With your waistline and the way you move
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| Like a old breakbeat, I’ma catch a groove
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| Or like a old hip-hop joint, you Nice and Smooth, come on, girl
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| This is just, for the nasty
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| A-yo, this is just for the sassy
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| A-yo, this is just for the classy
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| A-yo, this is just for the what? |
| (Tell 'em now)
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know
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| Girl MOOOOOVE!
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| Show me what y’all know |