islurwhenitalk - keep doin what u doin lyrics
[intro]
—what you—, movin’, movin’
pockets racks, whatcha doin’?
i got packs and it’s boomin’
my and slatt stay into it, me and slatt breakin’ moves
whip his nose, call him fool
huncho gang, count them—
[chorus]
don’t bust a move, i’m takin’ these hoes
don’t try move, i’m taking your soul
get this b+tch up, i got her in the boat
don’t tell anybody, don’t let n0body know
i’m f+cking this b+tch and tell her to go
i’m so 300 like i’m with the glo
these n+ggas fake, i see from bellow
and i come from these fades, i’m from the 4
[verse 2]
keep what you doin’, n+ggas hate
they goin’ m.i.a
they goin’ both ways until i pull out the drac’
these b+tches on top of the fades
runnin’ up on eaters, feel like a plate
i be movin’ so much he came
went to new york, got booked in l.a
everyone sayin’—, n+gga
everyone sayin’, but we ain’t the same
everyone wanna be someone that’s gang
i hope you pave the right way
i know i’m balling like james
she on my d+ck n+gga, like a plane
fit n+gga like i came—, came
uh, movin’, movin’
pockets racks, whatcha doin’?
i got packs and it’s boomin’
my and slatt stay into it, me and slatt breakin’ moves
whip his nose, call him fool
huncho gang, count them rolls
[chorus]
don’t bust a move, i’m takin’ these hoes
don’t try move, i’m taking your soul
get this b+tch up, i got her in the boat
don’t tell anybody, don’t let n0body know
i’m f+cking this b+tch and tell her to go
i’m so 300 like i’m with the glo
these n+ggas fake, i see from bellow
and i come from these fades, i’m from the 4
[interlude]
um, huh
and you move, then you lose—, love the racks like i’m blue
i pop 1s, then i get movin’
i’m so fly, i’m so groovy
i sent her friend to the movie
we in the back letting me feel her booty
i’m so cool, i’m so boo
i died once
i you know i’m smoking on runts
and you my n+ggas some punks, you know my n+ggas ain’t friendly
[verse 2]
i don’t want no smoke
i told him to jump
i’m having packs and the sh+t from the jungle
i’m in miami, you looking for [?]
hot on this earth, you smoking on dirt
these n+ggas be lyin’, that sh+t be dumb
i was in saks, making my rounds
bought her a lil’ bag
that sh+t ain’t fun
been her before, been her before, you mean nun’
take care of my folks, that sh+t ain’t nun’
these n+ggas hoes, d+mn
another d+mn, another d+mn
movin’, movin’—
[chorus]
don’t bust a move, i’m takin’ these hoes
don’t try move, i’m taking your soul
get this b+tch up, i got her in the boat
don’t tell anybody, don’t let n0body know
i’m f+cking this b+tch and tell her to go
i’m so 300 like i’m with the glo
these n+ggas—
[outro]
huh, movin’, movin’, movin’
pockets racks, whatcha doin’?
i got packs and it’s boomin’
my and slatt stay into it, me and slatt breakin’ moves
whip his nose, call him fool—
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