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ej, themaker - movin' in silence lyrics

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yeah man look, your not allowed to speak on my name
if you got less than 10k in your motherf+ckin’
bank account, you know what i’m sayin’?

n+ggas ain’t movin in silence no more (no more)
online chitchat, n+gga get big mad
make a n+gga wanna go slide with a pole
i can’t risk that, not for no b+tch ass
n+gga when i got money at home (at home, ok)
i get money alone (alright)
i don’t need n0body to write my check
i write my check when i get home
yeah
b+tch i got all of these racks in these rockstar jeans (ok)
she wanna f+ck with a rockstar
she wanna suck when i’m rock hard
(please) yeah, yeah, yeah
she wanna f+ck to the guitar strings
after i nut, gotta grab her things
i cum then i come to my senses and leave
yeah (i gotta go) yeah (b+tch)
she wanna stay over but i got money to get
after that i got some money to flip
high as a b+tch give me some of them chips
i’m tryna smack on some f+ckin doritos
ran outta apple juice i needa reload
i’m feeling lost need to find me like nemo
i go through life with some muhf+ckin cheat codes (yeah)
so many woman in cali be all in my dms
they stalking my page (page)
but i ain’t ever gon see’m cuz i got a bm
she already claimed me
she want a subscription on only fans
that’s why this b+tch always flirting with me
but i’m, only gon serve you some weed
but i’m, only gon serve you some weed

n+ggas ain’t movin in silence no more (no more)
online chitchat, n+gga get big mad
make a n+gga wanna go slide with a pole
i can’t risk that, not for no b+tch ass
n+gga when i got money at home (at home, ok)
i get money alone (alright)
i don’t need n0body to write my check
i write my check when i get home
got me like
n+ggas ain’t getting no money (nah)
n+ggas ain’t getting no money (nah)
n+ggas ain’t getting no money (nah)
n+ggas ain’t getting no money (nah)
look at that man on the internet
you probably thought he was getting some money (ya broke)
you should’ve knew he was fronting (ya broke)
you should’ve

they wanna test me, they thought i was little
i said i’m bilingual, i talk with a pistol
and i ain’t gon k!ll’em, i’ll just leave them crippled
cuz i got some morals that make me more civil
b+tch ima dog i belong in a kennel
if i’m in a movie i’m probably the villain
if you try my n+ggas they probably gon k!ll you
i got no filter i’ll probably offended you
b+tch i’ll attack that p+ssy on titan
i’ll break them walls like they did in the pilot
ain’t none of they business what we do in private
i just say it on the mic cuz they like it
i be yo martin if you be my gina
i got a bad little b+tch like christina
bad to the bone n+gga, down to the femur
she want to give my life up to jesus
so many woman in paris be all in my dm they talking my page
but i ain’t ever gon see them
cuz i got a bm she already claimed me
she want my attention and money and that’s why
this b+tch always flirting with me (ya broke)
but i’m, only gon serve you some weed (ya broke)
only gon serve you some
n+ggas ain’t movin’ in silence no more (no more)
online chitchat, n+gga get big mad
make a n+gga wanna go slide with a pole
i can’t risk that, not for no b+tch ass
n+gga when i got money at home (at home b+tch)
i get money alone (alright)
i don’t need n0body to write my check
i write my check when i get home

got me like
n+ggas ain’t getting no money (nah)
n+ggas ain’t getting no money (nah)
n+ggas ain’t getting no money (nah)
n+ggas ain’t getting no money (nah)
look at that man on the internet
you probably thought he was getting some money (ya broke)
you should’ve knew he was fronting (ya broke)
you should’ve knew he was fronting

yeah, we gettin’ money around these parts n+gga
i got 5 racks in my mother f+ckin’ pocket right now
i take that sh+t out and smack you across your
mother f+ckin’ head with it
i can guarantee that sh+t gon hurt n+gga
i got 5 racks i don’t even need that sh+t n+gga
i toss that b+tch at you like a mother f+ckin’ baseball n+gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
all we do around these mother f+ckin’ parts is get money n+gga
i don’t know what else to do man
i’m tired of being a mother f+ckin’ rich n+gga
i’m a go home, smoke my mother f+ckin’ blunt
make some mother f+ckin’ money and repeat
ain’t nothin’ new around these parts
you know what i’m sayin’?



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