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03 greedo - move pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
0, 03
feelin’ h+lla greedy
head to the, come on, head to the sky (h+lla greedy, h+lla greedy)
fresh up out that thing, i had to— (h+lluva made this beat, baby)
i walked up out that b+tch and turned tree and i had my

[chorus]
head to the sky, feet to the ground
pistol on my lap, ridin’ with a hundred thou’, yeah
head to the sky, feet to the ground
pistol on my lap, ridin’ with a hundred rounds, yeah
head to the sky
and i won’t budge, won’t budge, won’t budge
my head to the sky
and i won’t budge, won’t budge, won’t budge

[post+chorus]
but i’ll move somethin’, i’ll move somethin’
bet you i’ll move somethin’, n+gga, i’ll move somеthin’
all these b+tches movе somethin’, i’ma move somethin’
i’m gon’ move somethin’, b+tch, you ain’t gon’ do nothin’, know i’m on
move
move part two
move
move part two
[verse]
you know i’ma ride for my motherf+ckin’ n+ggas (for my hitter)
he die, then i’ma slide for my motherf+ckin’ n+gga (for my hitter)
put your head to piece of metal, pull the motherf+ckin’ trigger
matter fact, i meant the hammer, we got switches when we hit ’em, mm
chopper hit a n+gga from his ankle to his head
this one really thought he was a gangster, now he dead
b+tch, don’t lose your mind, you gotta get it how you live
hit him with the blower from the yop, then i slid
choppers in my condo, still a void to have
b+tch just cause too many problems, i avoid her ass
remember poppin’ plenty condoms hittin’ from the back
b+tch, you can’t be my baby mama, you ain’t on no cash
i’m right up the street from coney island, sippin’ cognac
i can’t really have too much encounters with your coney ass
wet a pool boy’s block, we guarantee we got your corners flashed
my lil’ n+gga kia boys, we used to slide in pontiacs
my lil’ hottie sister always off that dope, she just like toni braxton
how he claim he playin’ with a sack, but he can’t go in saks?
send you to fakewatchbusta, say it’s fake, you know it’s facts
tag your f+ckin’ jeweler, n+gga, show us where you goin’ at
i done moved around the trenches, i’ma move around these b+tches
had to move around this n+gga, he done proved that he a witness
just got rid of thirty pounds, boy, i’m usually on my fitness
like i’m runnin’ on the concrete, i’m movin’ all these pigeons, yeah
i’m in empty houses movin’ boxes like a moving place
they done came behind his body with that tape just like a movie sequel
these extended clips delete your scenes, you know my shooters evil
everybody bosses, can’t f+ck with you, we ain’t movin’ equal
[chorus]
head to the sky, feet to the ground
pistol on my lap, ridin’ with a hundred thou’, yeah
head to the sky, feet to the ground
pistol on my lap, ridin’ with a hundred rounds, yeah
head to the sky
and i won’t budge, won’t budge, won’t budge
my head to the sky
and i won’t budge, won’t budge, won’t budge

[post+chorus]
but i’ll move somethin’, i’ll move somethin’
bet you i’ll move somethin’, n+gga, i’ll move somethin’
all these b+tches move somethin’, i’ma move somethin’
i’m gon’ move somethin’, b+tch, you ain’t gon’ do nothin’, know i’m on
move (part two)
move part two
move (b+tch, you know i’m with my boo)
move part two (move part two, ooh)

[outro]
had to move far away, way from you, b+tch
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ooh, ooh, ooh
move, move
tell a b+tch i’m the wrong type of move
feelin’ h+lla greedy
if you call me late night, you gon’ need me

- 03 greedo lyrics

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