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smokey pete - move lyrics

[intro]
(you, villain)

[chorus: smokey pete]
move, move
move, move
move, move
what the f+ck you gone do?
move, move
move, move
move, move
what the f+ck you gone do?

[verse 1: smokey pete]
ayo, what’s happenin’? it’s smokey pete [?]
they take the swag and it’s flatterin’
your attempts amateur at most, but ain’t even mad at ‘em
it just be looking more bad for them, you pushing trashy
feel free to suck me or @ me
i’m slidin’ like b+tches with fatties, no freaky
what’s crackin’ your melon? my whole life been around felons
finеssin’, they knew who you tellin’
i cop it, i cut it, i sеll it, can’t tell you ingredients like granny recipe
i cook it, i cook it, then after i book ‘em, like being a agent my speciality
forever i’m trippin’ and crippin’ and whippin’ up bales, like your momma, have s+x with me
come test me, you stupid, the hammer like stewie, ‘cause everyday, i know he next to me
forever blessin’ me, chillin’ my [?]
smoking the choppa with 2 grams inside of it
at home i’m momma’s lil angel
but outside that door i be chilling with demons like baphomets
sippin’ a lot of tek, inside are rotting like the city i’m reppin’, n+gga, the lower
chin up or sit up, ‘cause looking down ain’t gonna help you when they plottin’ over your shoulder
[chorus: smokey pete]
move, move
move, move
move, move
what the f+ck you gone do?
move, move
move, move
move, move
what the f+ck you gone do?

[verse 2: sosmula]
(mula)
i was in the kitchen, my dishes i was tan baggin’ (work)
40 cal, got my motherf+ckin’ pants saggin’ (blaow)
same n+ggas doubted me, now they bandwagon (f+ck outta here)
same n+ggas talkin’ crazy, we gone blam at ‘em (blaow)
pop out with a kylie in a benz wagon (skrr)
ride around whole town like i’m bin laden (skrr)
n+ggas know what color be the bandana (mbf)
b+tches know i don’t ever throw the bands at ‘em (f+ck outta here)
skrt, skrt, like a new panamera (skrr), splash on your b+tch mascara (slide)
won’t catch me slippin’ on bananas (no no), 30 clip real long like a ladder (grah)
everyday overdose on the xanax (work), pour 16 in a fanta (work)
trap [?], f+ck a rapper (mula), got the bag on me like it’s santa (racks)
aye, turn your lady to hoe, 380 with a scope (blaow)
she bouncin’ on my d+ck, nah, baby that’s the pole (slide)
f+ck this rap sh+t, made with 80 out the door (mula)
44 bricks, and then they pay me for a show (mula)
run around n+gga, with your head chopped off (b+tch)
f+ck around n+gga, get your head shot off (b+tch)
run around n+gga, with your head chopped off (grah)
f+ck around n+gga, get your head shot off (grah)
[chorus: smokey pete]
move, move
move, move
move, move
what the f+ck you gone do?
move, move
move, move
move, move
what the f+ck you gone do?

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