| Why you gotta move like that?
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| You trippin'
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| Why-why you gotta move like that?
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| You trippin'
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| Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy
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| Don’t care what they speakin', they be geekin'
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| I pull up, we freakin' for the weekend
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| We been breaking bowlers, leave 'em speechless
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| Haters talk 'bout all this, leave 'em teethless
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| Women I have slaughtered 'cause they decent
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| I’m coming for they daughters, Liam Neeson
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| Picture you is all up in the creases
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| You don’t hang with ballers and we beefin'
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| If I don’t get the call, you make me leave it (Picture it, uh)
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| Yeah, what, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Picture yourself out of control
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| Where do you go?
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| Into your head
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| Out of your world
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| 'Til you will fall
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| Wooh
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| Why you gotta move like that?
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| Ain’t nobody tellin' you to lose your back
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| You ain’t gotta move like that
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| Look into yourself
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| You need to use your past
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| Yeah, oh-oh
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| You trippin'
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| I don’t care about the strangest high but life can get me down
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| And I done played my part, a painful start
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| But I can’t trip right now
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| I could give a fuck what people say
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| I’ll see ya at the end
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| I heard a draw’s a draw, a loss a loss
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| And winners always win
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| Why you gotta move like that?
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| Why—why you gotta move like that?
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| You trippin'
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| Picture yourself out of control
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| Where do you go?
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| Into your head
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| Out of your world
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| 'Til you will fall
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| Wooh
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| Why you gotta move like that?
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| Ain’t nobody tellin' you to lose your back
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| You ain’t gotta move like that
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| Look into yourself
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| You need to lose your past
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| Yeah, oh-oh
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| You trippin' |