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mover - g'd up lyrics

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[hook]
if i got it then i’mma spend it if i want to
and pick you up anything you want too
and nah, i ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it’s right in front of you
i do all of that sh+t them n+++ don’t do
pop another bottle, imm’a roll this weed up, i’m so g’d up
pop another bottle, imm’a roll this weed up, i’m so g’d up

[verse 1]
i’m a gassed up n+++, crack town [?]
my n+++s drop bodies, check our background n+++
money’s just my b+tch, but my wife is the trigger
pass me my liquor, man we getting nice, man
trigger in my right hand, ‘chette in the other
before i’m 21, i can swear on my mothers –
i’m gonna catch a body, i can feel it in the air
but i’d have to [at least settle?] if i leave him in the chair +
for the rest of his life, n+++s sense in my eyes (what?)
that i ain’t thеm n+++s who got sense with the ninе
ima let press it off reckless – i don’t give a f+ck
i’ll measure where his neck is + then g’warn hit the slug
my life’s all about earning the pence
and catching paigons who be hurdling fence (why you running?)
i tell my young bucks “come see a trick”
have you ever seen a big man turn to a veg?
[hook]
if i got it then i’mma spend it if i want to
and pick you up anything you want too
and nah, i ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it’s right in front of you
i do all of that sh+t them n+++ don’t do
pop another bottle, imm’a roll this weed up, i’m so g’d up
pop another bottle, imm’a roll this weed up, i’m so g’d up

[verse 2]
look, i’m just here with my piff ting
n+++s on a stiff ting, put him on my listing
wrote him off, ticked him
if i had a score for every other victim
would’ve been a rich kid, bought me a wrist ting
true religion jeans with the bright yellow stitching
palms stay itching, darg are you listening?
never [?] a man unless i’m armed with the kitchen (why?)
i ain’t tryna poke him, darg that’s a joke ting
man, i’m tryna ghost him so he ain’t getting up (sleep)
and darg i’ll catch a case, i ain’t really sweating much
my solicitor’s court game like federer
so all my n+++s buss case on’a regular
and all my young guns g’d up
ride out in’a ding, seven+seater
leather glove gripping on the millimetre, squeeze off
‘till the p+ssyo meet jesus, eeediat
[hook]
if i got it then i’mma spend it if i want to
and pick you up anything you want too
and nah, i ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it’s right in front of you
i do all of that sh+t them n+++ don’t do
pop another bottle, imm’a roll this weed up, i’m so g’d up
pop another bottle, imm’a roll this weed up, i’m so g’d up



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