Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move a Little Different, artist - Fred The Godson. Date of issue: 29.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Move a Little Different |
| Vinny Idol, nigga |
| Fred |
| Ah |
| Shit |
| They fuckin' with 'em |
| Vinny Idol, what up? |
| Styles |
| Shit |
| Ah, yeah |
| I let the 9 beam, then the fire flare |
| I call it the Visine, am I clear? |
| I seen Shyne troubles, he did time there |
| Now I see shine bubble, Moncler (Woo) |
| I’m the next rapper to let it off (Let it off) |
| Don’t be a bitch with the ratchet, set it off |
| Me and Pinero, I’m Pesci and he De Niro |
| The deuce shoot, I shoot the Bluetooth off your earlobe |
| Yeah, everything copesthetic |
| The coke still flowin', for now the dope debted |
| When the sodium fall, it’s a slow brain (Drip) |
| New connect, thirty-four for a whole thing |
| My dress code copper, pennies |
| Guapa, Benjis, Choppa, Semis |
| Black tribe bumpin' Pac and Remy |
| Best rappers alive, whoever, then me |
| I got a body up the block |
| Shotty in the shop who everybody wanna watch because |
| I move a little different |
| Yeah, I said I move a little different |
| Shit, a ready rock to the radio |
| Fuck a deal, shit, I still let the 80 blow |
| I move a little different |
| Mothafucka, shit, I move a little different |
| Yeah, my nigga, I move different |
| Big time guns, big time weight |
| Just to cook the base, we needed a few kitchens |
| You on the same path, but, nigga, your shoes different |
| Word to the bubble in your AirMax |
| I’m in the struggle, I get your man clapped |
| Hop up on the Amtrak |
| Tie you to the chair, wrap your face in Saran Wrap |
| Dump you in the river tied up with some sandbags (Feel me?) |
| Eatin' dinner with Ecuadorians |
| Back to the Future, no motherfuckin' DeLorean |
| Used to pack a tool in the school auditorium |
| Rappers in one room, food emporium |
| Ghost and the Godson, wanna see God, son? |
| Do this for my niggas in the streets and the yard, son |
| Fuckin' with a stabber and a shooter and an arson (All that) |
| Burn in, pop niggas, sit there and watch niggas |
| I got a body up the block |
| Shotty in the shop who everybody wanna watch because |
| I move a little different |
| Yeah, I said I move a little different |
| Shit, a ready rock to the radio |
| Fuck a deal, shit, I still let the 80 blow |
| I move a little different |
| Mothafucka, shit, I move a little different |
| Yeah, you could buy your white flowers |
| I’m grabbin' your misses, Dwight Howard |
| Get it, grabbin' your misses? |
| Rebound, magnum clip in, I’ll get 'em within |
| three rounds |
| Styles P, Yonkers |
| Fred, Big Bronx, my freestyles be monster |
| We comin' to conquer |
| Two machine guns turn shit into Contra |
| I got a body up the block |
| Shotty in the shop who everybody wanna watch because |
| I move a little different |
| Yeah, I said I move a little different |
| Shit, a ready rock to the radio |
| Fuck a deal, shit, I still let the 80 blow |
| I move a little different |
| Mothafucka, shit, I move a little different |