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kalan.frfr – don’t move lyrics

[verse 1: kalan.frfr]
yeah, rob a n+gga at the show (d+diego)
don’t n0body move, it’s too much money on the floor (yeah)
i got it in cruise, she tryna suck me in the ghost (yeah)
seen you on your finsta, i better not i be in your posts (yeah)
seen you drinkin’ liquor, i drink lean, we could toast though
ayy, playin’ favorites, i got ice cream, it ain’t cold stone (yeah)
all these f+ckin’ diamonds on my neck, i got cold stones (yeah)
she been callin’, i’ve been actin’ like i ain’t got no phone
ayy, maybach truck poppin’ p+ssy, it’s amazin’
took her out the trap, now she at tootsies in the bas+m+nt
why a n+gga think we ain’t gon’ stomp him to the pavemеnt?
how a n+gga know my name for real and think i’m playin’?
yeah, twеnty+two m’s, they tryna hold me back
yeah, i’m in a ’22 benz but it’s by maybach
and she only got twenty+two friends, man, this b+tch so active
ayy, soon as i get in them dm’s, she gon’ send that addy (yeah, yeah)
ayy, hundred thousand dollars on to get up each and every day
pray to god before i pick up my stick up each and every day
she said i ain’t sh+t ’cause i don’t never use my car play
yeah, all my bracelets cartier
if you got a friend that wanna party, she can party, bae
i got that b+tch wet when i waved it was gnarly, bae
yeah, i put that sh+t on and your n+gga dress so sorry, bae (sorry, bae)

[chorus: kalan.frfr]
yeah, i got this cuban on me
that p+ssy fire, she tryna use it on me (yeah)
i went to my jeweler this week
they said i’m so cool, it’s a cooler on me
yeah, if it’s beef then call your best shooter on me
yeah, a lot of these n+ggas be broke, that’s trash (yeah)
a lot of these n+ggas got hoes but they average
i was just smokin’ in the rolls with a bad b+tch
[verse 2: tay b]
yeah, how the f+ck these n+ggas hit the club with no money on ’em?
how is this your b+tch? she on my d+ck, this is not your woman
they like, “tay, since you got rich, you actin’ funny”
treat my workers like rihanna, “b+tch, you better have my money” (hmm)
huh, divin’ in that p+ssy feel like quicksand (on god)
huh, leanin’ all the time, i need a kickstand (on god)
i don’t dance on tiktok but my wrist dance (on god)
wanna beef with the gang, you need a hitman (on god)
i buy sh+t for my b+tch, she buy sh+t for me (that’s crazy)
huh, broke b+tch, please, rich b+tch me, huh
lil’ n+gga 5’5″, he six feet deep (fah)
sold a couple zips, now he think he big meech
five diamonds links on my neck, still don’t wanna link (what the f+ck?)
i got a pretty loyal b+tch, i still wanna cheat
these n+ggas raised a white flag, i still wanna beef (hmm)
i be riding ’round me and cuz but we like sixty deep
i know you suckin’ mad d+ck, you can’t be kissin’ me (uh+huh)
i’ll k!ll a rapper and his fans, you can’t be dissin’ me (uh+huh)
young n+gga laughin’ to the bank, that sh+t tickle me (hmm)
i don’t know what happened to his body, it’s a mystery (uh)

[chorus: kalan.frfr]
yeah, i got this cuban on me (yeah)
that p+ssy fire, she tryna use it on me (yeah)
i went to my jeweler this week (yeah)
they said i’m so cool, it’s a cooler on me
yeah, if it’s beef then call your best shooter on me (frrt)
yeah, a lot of these n+ggas be broke, that’s trash (yeah)
a lot of these n+ggas got hoes but they average
i was just smokin’ in the rolls with a bad b+tch
[outro: kalan.frfr]
don’t move
’cause you can get stuck in your tracks
all my n+ggas came in strapped
bad b+tch twerkin’ on my lap (don’t move)
bad b+tches twerkin’ in the trap
bad b+tches f+ckin’ for a patek
broke n+ggas tryna make you happy
broke n+gga tryna make you happy (don’t move)
i got what you need, don’t panic
if a n+gga move, get the wraps
if a n+gga move, it’s a wrap
don’t move, ah+ah+ah
don’t move, ah+ah+ah, ooh, ooh+ooh+ooh

- kalan frfr lyrics

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