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hotboysmizzy - movin weight lyrics

[intro: smizzy]
marxmen.. double m

[verse:1 smizzy]
i’m try get rich chippin white sh-t
headed o.t wit my white b-tch, trap all day no sleep ona night shift, fingers point heads turn’ n-gg-s dry snitch
four o’ two tone, dats what i ride wit, n-gg-s act sick, on road can’t find em, [can’t find em] i’m all in for da money stacks’ wholesale chip work half goes inda stash, feinds keep callin’ dats why i’m movin fast, c-ck back squeeze first’ fake n-gg-s shootin last, b-tches look back when dey see real n-gg-s p-ss, minds been f-cked up’ pockets stay full of cash, did a eat for some kush n a couple packs
told my b-tch if she diss i ain’t comin back, tell me if he’s talkin i’m crushin dat, can’t get a job why you think dat i hustle crack

[verse:2 top gunna]
ey yo smizzy i’m on it’ these n-gg-s ain’t want it
got da sick ting’ brown skin pocahontas, cuzzy why pree i keep 3 to be honest, court dates trail days up in jarvis, i ain’t talkin weed a hot box leave you nauseous, yo i’m tryna live longer than my enemies, ill ride out jus make sure you defendin me, don’t get close a close friend will try enemy, jealousy k!lls n loyalty is priceless, until you up there’ no you on a n-gg-s price list, it’s f-cked up’ why you think i gotta light spliffs, i go hard all my feinds say dey like it, dey come back doin somersault’ bike flips, ask me like chief keef i don’t like sh-t
i’m bleachin’ inda trap wit a white b-tch, move da weight get it off never do da wait, we live in h-ll free my n-gg-s in dem prison cells, free da real locked up ain’t livin well

[verse:3 keelow]
yo i’m tryna stack cash off dis white sh-t
ill run real close’ i ain’t throwin bombs or snipin, why these n-gg-s hypin like dey put in some work, yo i don’t fight ill back it out n put his face on a shirt, but i’m diggin out his pockets if he walks through my block, we never talk my n-gg-s rydin if you’re ready or not, if anybody dissin smizz ill let it rinse till it’s hot, forty fif extended clip n i ain’t missin a shot, let it off’ run up n stand over him when he drops, his n-gg-s ain’t bussin back but da neighbors we’re callin cops, so watch where you walk’ you ain’t a sav you ain’t from my block, cause n-gg-s we’re born rich’ since a kid i had to hustle rocks, from vern block to rexdale these n-gg-s know what i rep, it’s double m don’t get close dawg i’m loyal to death, after i run up in you’re crib you won’t have nothin to floss, free jon, kosh, sauce all da n-gg-s dats locked

[verse:4 ox snap]
let me show you n-gg-s how to move weight
or make dat money back once you p-ss-es lose cake, heard dey claim how dey chip powder, full days 92 straight’ i ain’t got to shower
i’m dominique wit da rurr how i’m dunkin, da pump call him spud webb’ leave a n-gg- jumpin, they all joke n talk call em chris rock’ let him try n jam me have him leakin for these chris rocks, and loyalty nowadays’ it’s jus a word, none of these f-ck boys even understand whats it worth, i be chillin let a n-gg- try n diss da set give a couple shots da doc try n patch him back, all chrome three 5′ six shots don’t act up, stays doubled down i got da baby ninz for back up, do him like dmx’ get up right beside him, dat 233 breach his whip n eat inside him, once smizzy say we rydin’ ting got one inside it’ i mean of course a n-gg- got dat, no need to say it’ but me n chops off dat, i back inda bricks smokin spliffs where da gwops at, while you ready to snitch’ like where da cops at, and this is one rule’ never play both sides, unless you wanna come home to all you’re fams hog tied, all my n-gg-s hard guys’ never mixed wit da soft kind

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