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sean v – get the groove going lyrics

[verse 1 – sean v]
one two three s to the v up on this beat
first beat jacks now i’m ripping sixteens
part of f-cking songs or as simple as they come
i stepped up in the game and i feel like i’ve won
my lyrics are demonic, supersonic yet methodic
they’re my product
i let them flow like water
i got a lot of father issues but it doesn’t matter
can you hear my pitter patter?
i’m coming up behind you
call you debra, imma find you
referencing simple sixteens
can you feel the sting infecting your dreams?
more like nightmares
i’m crawling up these stairs
i’m k!lling all your peers
come on mother f-cker you had better stand clear
i get the groove going, flowing
yes i go in full knowing no one will ever notice my true talent
not like soulja boy tell ‘em
he’s talentless, though not a diss

[verse 2 – decoy]
it’s the
sickest spitter who known for k!lling these critics right?
grip the mic and have these b-tches tripping
like they switching flights
spit it nice but the flow is mean like regina george
see me in the cd store sitting with a ouija board
conjure these ghost writers
send em back to that whack rapper
struggling selling mix tapes out his low rider
and man i’m so tired
every time i’m spitting heat
i bring the fiends to the streets it’s like a dope fire
see me rapping like i’m bound to see the afterlife
track after track if i have to die
then i have to write
yall ain’t even half as nice
you can’t even have a mic
felt how having cash was like
so i’ve been rhyming half my life
yeah, i’m sick pr-ck with a mean ego
every time i rap i make hot sh-t: bean burrito
get it? prolly not, i won’t explain it though
if i’m not making dough, then hoe
i’m probably taking yours, decoy!

[verse 3 – vue peter]
i started at the age of 10, where i began to seek friends
and all these haters hating on my sh-t
now let this sh-t begin
me and the homie sean v, you know how we be
f-ck all these n-ggas mouth yappin’
cuz we k!llin’ these mcs
i’m proof ya and i’ll prove ya
bye bye n-gga see ya
game change, but we hip hop
don’t f-ck around or yo hip pop
murder, you ain’t ever, ever murder, my soul cuz
i’m murder to the world, label me mr. lucifer
now get your groove on n-gga
it’s the groove song, be on max mode
let these mother f-ckers know who we are
i told yall we was hip hop
due to the fact a brother got his f-cking groove on
i’m done now, i’mma h-ll now
be in my dream, and steady chasing all my dreams now
f-ck all you n-ggas doubting me
you n-ggas talk a lot of sh-t
but you ain’t never better than me
cuz you’s a b-tch n-gga

[verse 4 – sean v]
last verse, i’m up in this b-tch
all the other artists are jealous of my stench
i’m bringing f-cking talent like i’m bringing this funk
volume on max making your soul shady
records are impeccable though i am so young
money in my pocket b-tch i’m having fun
i going so wild, i’m bringing my own style
worthwhile white child c’mon man watch out
as i k!ll it, rip it, don’t you get it?
i’m headed for better weather
yes i am going south
winter is coming boy, you better get out
i get the groove going and flowing
yes i’ll be floating my boat on this rap ocean
instant convulsion
can you feel the motion?
completely unheard of
i’m sicker than murder
yes i’ll be kicking this dirt up
give it a couple years: no longer unheard of
v

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