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luh tyler & trapland pat – can’t move wrong (fast) lyrics

[intro: luh tyler]
(xair, let me get that motherf+cker)
skee
yeah, n+gga, rrr, rrr
yeah, phew, phew
n+gga, yeah, n+gga, yeah

[verse 1: luh tyler]
n+gga gettin’ to that green just like cee+lo
n+gga, i’m a smooth+ass jit, feel like gio
and i got your b+tch bitin’ on me like mosquito
i might go and get her edges laid like a frito
n+gga know i snap on every beat
b+tch, i’m in another n+gga’s city just like every week
know i gotta stay up on the grind, n+gga, ain’t no sleep
know you gotta watch out for them n+ggas ’cause they moving creep
gotta look out for the fam, n+gga, that’s what made me
got me feelin’ like i’m xb, you know i’m wavy
real smooth n+gga, i’ll slide up on your lady
pull up in that super benz, took off in mercеdes
i ain’t tryna play no games, baby, tricks for kids
in the booth, i’m feelin’ supеr like my n+gga wiz
man, these n+ggas really cap, think they work at lids
n+ggas steady hatin’ on me, startin’ to feel like chris
tryna run that money up and go and drop it on my wrist
pop out on the scene, got your b+tch tryna take a pic
n+gga chasin’ after money, know i get that sh+t quick
pull up to the club, rock the stage, get that sh+t lit
pull up to the club, rock the stage, got your b+tch amazed
n+ggas steady hatin’ on me, b+tch, i ain’t even fazed
i’ma just go run that money up and put it in your face
when that lil b+tch get to actin’ out, i put her in her place
you can come and get your b+tch back, i want a refund
before you come and try to talk to me, b+tch, get your feet done
n+gga, i been gettin’ to them bands like big meech son
pull up in that super coupe, but this is not no nissan
[verse 2: trapland pat]
i found the route, i’m at that dome by the fnu
cash out on one and a half, i might just front you two
dope sold, money fold, what you tryna do?
i could bring the dope back to life, but this ain’t nothin’ new
relapse, said i was gon’ ride, but i just popped a viber
skydivin’, boy, you ain’t connivin’, i’m a real glider
traction ain’t off, but i could spin it, i’m a real slider
wrestlin’ with the work all in the lab ’cause i’m a real fighter
got the fully auto all in toronto, this a super drac’
if early birds get all the worms, these n+ggas super late
like, f+ck the four door, it’s me and bae, we slidin’ coupe today
tyler say he on what i’m on, who we gon’ shoot today?
yeah, i serve the junkies third person, i’ma catch the powers
a hundred fifty miles away, that’s only two hours
all my lines gettin’ hot, i served too many flowers
vpn, how they gon’ track me when i block the tower? (ha)

[verse 3: luh tyler]
i done upped that price, yeah, i doubled up
got your b+tch pourin’ liquor with the sprite in my double cup
man, i really think a n+gga ’bout to blow, i done bubbled up
n+gga, i done jumped inside my bag, i done duffled up
n+gga runnin’ up them bands, know i need my pockets fat, man
baby, let me give that ass a pat like i’m trapland
n+gga know i step out all black like i’m batman
b+tch, i need the frontend ‘fore i pick up the backend
i need a mil’, n+gga, f+ck a hundred grand, man
i can’t kick it with you n+ggas, i ain’t jackie chan, man
n+gga hatin’ on me, mad ’cause his b+tch a fan, man
how the f+ck you don’t got no motion? i don’t understand, man
i been steppin’ on they neck, so i had to put my shoes on
n+gga finna get my groove on
it’s a bad b+tch, she too grown
i can’t never sit still, n+gga know i gotta move on
catch me singin’ to your b+tch like mr. right, i can’t move wrong
[outro]
no, i can’t move wrong
yeah, n+gga
no, i can’t move wrong
yeah
bad b+tch and she too grown
n+gga, yeah
phew, phew
n+gga, skee
alright, let me do one more adlib on the bar

- luh tyler trapland pat lyrics

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