fla toot - watch how you move lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, low, we goin’ way, way, way up)
[chorus]
watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these n+ggas hungry, man, they really tryna eat (they tryna eat)
watch who you f+ck ’cause these b+tches ain’t sweet (they ain’t sweet)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
yeah, watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these n+ggas hungry, man, they really tryna eat
watch who you f+ck ’cause these b+tches ain’t sweet (yeah)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
[verse 1]
vacuum seal ’em up, yes, i keep that heater tucked
she tuggin’ at my zipper, bruh, she still can’t get enough (d+mn)
yes, she gon’ eat it up, then i’m gon’ beat it up
i know some n+ggas bangin’, bruh, they really twist them fingers up
i stay armed and dangerous and i’ll never change it, bruh (never)
what she starin’ at me for, for what? ’cause i don’t want the ho (never)
b+tch, i heard about you though, they say that you be cuttin’ throats
b+tch, you won’t set me up, on top of that, i know your broke
i got me a couple spots, she know i gotta stash it though
the fiends lean and rock with it, yeah, the dope’ll take their soul (godd+mn)
i started from the bottom with it, i only had one ‘bowl (climbin’ up)
don’t you pull up to my trap unless you spendin’ dough (bread)
[chorus]
watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these n+ggas hungry, man, they really tryna eat (they tryna eat)
watch who you f+ck ’cause these b+tches ain’t sweet (they ain’t sweet)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
yeah, watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these n+ggas hungry, man, they really tryna eat
watch who you f+ck ’cause these b+tches ain’t sweet (yeah)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
[verse 2]
what he talkin’ ’bout? it ain’t money, it don’t make sense
ar+15s, big boy dracs, we really got them sticks
all that d+mn dissin’, all that cappin’, it’ll get you k!lled
i got good aim, i don’t miss, i really got them sk!lls (yeah, i got ’em)
i know you heard lil’ buddy snitchin’, yeah, he a f+ckin’ pig (pig)
but what’s so funny, lame ass n+ggas keep hangin’ with him (y’all lame)
y’all n+ggas dumb, pick up a gun, f+ckin’ k!ll yourself (pow, pow)
streets f+cked up, snitches gettin’ condoned everywhere (what the f+ck?)
this some real spit, in this cold world, sh+t ain’t fair (nah)
sh+t on fire, it’s so hot, be ready to take it there
i stay in the ac, on god, i keep it cold
big ass pistol, man, i can’t even fit in my clothes
[chorus]
watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these n+ggas hungry, man, they really tryna eat (they tryna eat)
watch who you f+ck ’cause these b+tches ain’t sweet (they ain’t sweet)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
yeah, watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these n+ggas hungry, man, they really tryna eat
watch who you f+ck ’cause these b+tches ain’t sweet (yeah)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
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