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otm - move in silence lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
yeah, n+gga
stinc team, b+tch
(d+mn, pocket)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
n+ggas always say i like to talk about the violence
ho keep hundred somethin’ sh+lls, i be handin’ out reminders
hide and seek with his body, make his big brother find him
stinc team just walked in, they gettin’ quiet
chopper size of a midget, built to knock out a giant
i can’t be touched, you know g’s move in silence
uppercase ’round p, puttin’ faces on the t
put these red and green beams beams on him, jump if you feel froggy
bullets got no name on ’em, you could get it all
you ain’t rеally ’bout that life, so why you get involved?
shootin’ ’til it cl!ck thе only way these problems gettin’ solved
i need them jewels off your neck, n+gga, take it off

[verse 2: duffy]
hundred somethin’ shots for these n+ggas if they tryna brawl
finna show mei ling somethin’ she ain’t never saw
bop for the ice, got this buddah from niagara falls
it’s an awful lot of syrup but i haven’t coughed
clutchin’ blower, he was muggin’ but he wasn’t trippin’
it’s time to rock and roll, i’m comin’ in with jimi hendrix
told him, “don’t compete with off the mussle”, bro, we livin’ different
a gang of track runners, made his block look like the olympics
you ain’t f+ckin’ with the team, told him keep dreamin’
somethin’ chunky in my pocket, got my toe leanin’
feet bleedin’, what is n+ggas sayin’? i ain’t hearin’ nothin’
ain’t no talkin’, ’cause it’s fin on me, end discussion
[verse 3: blue pesos]
his hood, it ain’t no fireworks, you hear the k bustin’?
gorilla nuts on the chop, i’m finna face f+ck him
made a thug n+gga cry, now he’s a store runner
i ain’t wanna shot that n+gga but my pole chose him
i just froze on him, hoe’s an mr. incredible
on the road to a mill’, it’s an inevitable
long live the great, i’m on fig and i’m slappin’ hoes
.223s make a n+gga scream if he actin’ bold

[verse 4: duffy]
i know you know them off the mussle n+ggas kinda cold
bum n+gga try me, r.i.p. another average joe
he’s no longer over nothin’, n+gga, what a shame
n+ggas puttin’ la on the map, you can thank the gang
think he sl!ck? show him tricks, bro, this chop custom
looney tunes, gettin’ strips, silly rabbit, sore bugs bunny
[?] laughin’ on the ‘gram, got up on him and wasn’t nothin’ funny
stripped him for his fifty dollars, he was kinda bummy

[outro]
(d+mn, pocket)

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