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mover - tick tick (ft. potter payper) lyrics

[verse 1: mover]
blow money like tick tick tick tick boom
[?] printed on my shoe
i showed her about my life now bae addicted to the goon
i dip dip dip dip yutes on a regular, baby
done all these years in jail and now it’s sending her crazy
her friends keep telling her she fell for a feloner
and i know you met some gangster but this gangster ain’t regular
they don’t do it like me, keep my mash in designer
naa literally versace man bag with my 9er
i sip then hit that zoot, in a tinted whip that coupе
gonna dip dip dip dip 2, man’ll flip that grip that (boom)
if i grip that, hit that room, big stick that kick like roon
hollow tip gon hit that goon, no stitch gon fix that wound
then i keep telling ‘еm i ain’t no regular baby
double scotch for me and suttin less for my lady
she buss it open when i ask, and never say nah
she dig my [estilo?] and my je ne sais quoi
when i hit that b+tch like ow
in a tinted whip i’m out
really grip them sticks then (blau)
really missed that pr+ck like how
when i missed that pr+ck i was mad
tell my b+tch no d+ck not now
me and trix in the ding got round
man down when the n+++ stepped out
slang round and the bits got loud
camped out till the pr+ck hopped out
i’m in a house full of sticks and drugs
with a brown skin, tits all loud
turn ounces bricks then pounds
had brownings, smiths, and pounds
and you know i’m a trendy geezer
so my outfit b+tch got [?]
[verse 2: potter payper]
i’m in this brick brick brick brick move i sell it hard i get it loose
i’m 2pac with the juice, forever running down [?]
i gotta hit the m way, on a regular, baby
i got 2 phones on me, and it’s sending her crazy
now my dargg keep telling me, i’m wasting my energy
all you gotta do is rap, you’re tryna [wrap ’em?] for everything
all you gotta do is stack and put your trust in noone
i told you: noone ain’t genuine and most man feminime
i’m with my [?] tings in boots
in a ding dong moving bookes
then bang moves that’s moves on moves
skrrr skrr from blues and [?]
i bang man about try get rude
i made a young boy take mans loubs
this is a scum bag life i live
but it’s the only life i love
and for real though if only you knew
[hood stars man they think we blew?]
i make your old b+tch act brand new
two gyal that’s [?]
we don’t cuff these girls, they choose
i’m in a p+ssy block with goons
thinking that i can get rich off tunes
thinking about real gs like [?]
thinking about real gs like daff
thinking about real gs like moves
probably why i don’t wanna hear your tunes
don’t bother chatting me that’s dumb
it’s on [?] like hashtag mood
10th floor views

- mover lyrics

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