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yung kweez - make a move lyrics

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(chorus)
i took some time from the stu, now i’m back at it, i’m giving them blues - vibing and catchin my groove, doe hit my line, “like what is the move” – aye doe i’m stuck in the booth, but when i got out i’m a meet you around 2 – i’m a blockboy but a artist too, (yea) n–gas hate me but won’t make a move yea

(verse 1)
yea i just took a big risk for a big check – playing cards wit convicts, in the p jects- i was taught to go and get it ain’t no recess – get them racks double that, i just bought a brand new tec –
if you ain’t walkn down on em, you would never get respect –

f-ck it, i’m finna slide on sh-t – drive by on that strip – turbo in that whip – they can’t catch my drift – f-ck a b–ch then call it quits – hit her once she get dismissed

she think she a keeper – on the low she a really eater – i really don’t need her – it’s too bad i gotta leave her – money hungry eager – i’m a tax you for a feature – yea i need all my cheese like it’s little ceasers

pull up on some bully sh-t – 40 in my hoodie sh-t – goodie b-tch get cut off quick – i ain’t wit the pushy sh-t – i ain’t wit the iffy sh-t- talking down we airing strips – jimi hendrix rockstar sh-t – all my jeans got knee rips –

flexing on my enemies (yea) – don’t be thinking you can tempt me – i can tell by ya energy – that you wanna put a end to me –

(chorus)
i took some time from the stu, now i’m back at it, i’m giving them blues – vibing and catchin my groove, doe doe hit my line, like what is the move – aye doe i’m stuck in the booth – but when i got out ima meet u round 2 – ima blockboy but artist too, yea n-ggas hate me but won’t make a move yea

(verse 2)
i see the hate in ya face – run up the cake, you turn to a snake – please, don’t get in my way – i’m not in the mood, i’m toting the k – get to the chicken like chick fil a – ran up a thousand on jpay- bad lil b–ch wanna f–k okay – hit it from the back now i’m done for the day

how can you hate me, i’m too wavy – b–ch u can’t play me, like i ain’t wavy – d-mn it’s crazy, should’ve knew they was shady – balling like i’m tracy – hall of fame on the daily

risk for my life dough – give it my all, put that on my soul – n-gga i cannot be broke, run up them racks for all of my folks –

she see a yung n-gga doin them shows – she wanna f–k me for diamonds and gold – i know these n-ggas be hating fasho – crazy, cause one of them n-ggas my bro

(chorus)
i took some time from the stu, now i’m back at it, i’m giving them blues – vibing and catchin my groove, doe hit my line, “like what is the move” – aye doe i’m stuck in the booth, but when i got out i’m a meet you around 2 – i’m a blockboy but a artist too, (yea) n–gas hate me but won’t make a move yea

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