| We ain’t calling this shit trap no more, man
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| We callin' this shit
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| We callin' this shit the combination, you feel me?
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| Keys to the safe, haha, yeah, uh
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| Reaching for my phone, I can’t put this motherfucker down
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| Palms itching, dawg, need a hundred times a hundred thou'
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| Bitches in my phone tryna fuck, girl, move the fuck around
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| I just want the check and I want that motherfucker now
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| We was on the porch at my granny house
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| Barry had the torch, man, that nigga 44, uh
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| Monte had a bottle and a white owl
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| Weekends chasing whores, then on Sunday, praise the Lord, uh
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| What’s the definition of repent? |
| (My bad, my bad)
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| Might need a confessional for all the shit that he just did
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| Rusty fucked up permanent off sticks
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| Read the Bible, tryna find the coordinates into the White House
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| Junkies is vehement, plug hid the vanity
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| Peek in the window to see what we T-in' in
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| My favorite cousin that I never see
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| Got me up watching Monday Night Raw up on TNN
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| House on the corner infested with V.O.'s
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| They on that bullshit, had to get used to seeing them
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| Mama told me she don’t want me around here
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| 'Cause her biggest fear was me growing up being them
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| Mikey taught me how to make sure my bands was set up (My bands was set up,
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| I’m getting a check)
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| Like my insurance is trash, I can’t pass a check up (Can't pass a check up, no,
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| nigga, no)
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| Fascinate with how they live 'cause I had it better (I had that shit way better
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| then 'em)
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| Ayy, check it out, no, I can’t, 'cause that’s a set-up (Nah, big bro, I’m good)
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| Reaching for my phone, I can’t put this motherfucker down
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| Palms itching, dawg, need a hundred times a hundred thou'
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| Bitches in my phone tryna fuck, girl, move the fuck around
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| I just want the check and I want that motherfucker now
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| Reaching for my phone, I got ounces, niggas calling now
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| Mama in the crib, she complaining, «Why you in and out?»
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| I got felonies, if they catch me then I’m going down
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| Really I should quit, but I’m contemplating moving pounds
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| I’m on probation, but I still be leaving the state, great
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| Fifteen years over my head if I catch me a case, I’m fighting the state
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| We gon' debate, they gon' complain
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| You’ll take the stand, that is a shame
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| You told the truth, that shit was plain
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| I’d rather be locked than looked at as lame
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| IDK
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| Reaching for my phone, I can’t put this motherfucker down
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| Palms itching, dawg, need a hundred times a hundred thou'
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| Bitches in my phone tryna fuck, girl, move the fuck around
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| I just want the check and I want that motherfucker now |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move Around, artist - Kembe X. Album song I Was Depressed Until I Made This, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп