Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Follow My Moves, artist - Freeway. Date of issue: 14.02.2010
Song language: English
Follow My Moves |
| I was piss poor, water used to leak in my place |
| first we struggled then we hustled till the paper got straight |
| Copped weight, place got straight then we chopped it up bagged it twelve |
| twelves five eight’s |
| 24/7 on my Kane shit, no half steppin' |
| for protection kept my weapon always |
| we grind hard and we hopin to catch a charge |
| 2 lawyers, Frank Minyard on the case |
| spank that then we straight |
| I’m a neighbourhood legend, Benz waggin with the hatchback |
| that was way back before the contract |
| my right hand had a red ac legend |
| and we stay smokin reefer having marijuana sessions |
| we had your bitches gettin high catching contact |
| any problem with you guys nickel nine that |
| bring my hood everywhere I’m at |
| I define reppin |
| We from the bottom now we shining with jewels |
| we keep on grinding and we rhyme like we got something to prove |
| but don’t follow me, follow my moves yung’un |
| don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un |
| We from the bottom and we grind with tools |
| make money everyday, candy paint with jewels nigga |
| don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un |
| don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un |
| Fresh paint, (?) hundred rags on the Harley |
| and we grind every day big mansions and ferrari’s |
| uptown nigga where it all started |
| big money big guns out the hallways |
| went to hood in something new stuntin everyday |
| blowing purple haze with a hundred cake |
| with a hundred B’s all stacking cheese YM CMB |
| with the Louie frames with the curtains back |
| in the new phantom stunting like laid back |
| born rich, hood rich, cash money, more shit |
| MOB UPT, spent a mill on some keys, candy leather seats |
| project life, tatts and fleets |
| hundred mill, it’s what we eat |
| Put up, shut up, y’all niggas run up |
| tag you with the burner for the number 1 stunna |
| y’all niggas never had flows like freezer |
| nigga please you’ll never have cheese like baby |
| keys to the phantom not the keys to the mercedes |
| last of the Mohicans, I’ll be sleeping with the cannon |
| I’ll wake with it on and quake it on whoever’s drawn |
| you play with it on, I stay with it on |
| nigga try me, put the cannon to his wig |
| if he eating now he creeping bring the cannon to his crib |
| no doubt we will go on route |
| we move out for the money dummy this is how we live |
| this is Birdman and Philly free |
| we are eating getting money off of words man |
| came along way from flipping birds man |
| if y’all niggas hatin just let it be |