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Gotta Keep Movin Cant Stand Still Wtf Uh huh Mr Baby Lotion At the same trap house more than 2 weeks You gotta keep movin, uh huh I been on the road, aine been getting no sleep I gotta keep movin, okay She slim thick but she got them cheeks That shit dea keep movin, yeah Once its up, we gon send a sweep Niggas better keep movin, yeah All the millitants turnt bae So aine no sense of choosin, okay He aine get no PT in the field When im riding with these bowls im cruisin, uh huh It aine nun like the last laugh That shit way more amusing, uh huh Drop his ass, never fold yo half That shit way more confusin Every bad bitch in my section Gotta get they own bottle, uh huh Roll call, say uh huh bae, if you with the motto, okay We got motion in the city Hang that dog shit out the car door, ATM Gotta drive these bowls, I done missed a show cause I was swangin outta tahoe, yeah Postin that 3 second highlight Paintin pictures like they fuckin Picasso, uh huh Streets know wassup with a nigga That same year that i almost caught bro, business I just brought a brand new foreign, they lost This shit right here came from off the lot tho, yeah You dont need a bbl bae, but the way she movin Like thats what she got tho, uh huh They deleted my ig like 3 times Im posed to be way more turnt, uh huh They see me comin up grinding n They still mad bout what i earned, ATM They see me comin up shinning now All these bitches so concerned, yeah Been tried to put them flaggin ass niggas in route Now that shit got burnt Bad bih with motion, uh huh Mr.Baby Lotion, uh huh She got that ocean, uh huh Im good at scoping, uh huh I buy lace fronts, uh huh Ion do no fronts, uh huh 50 in a month, uh huh She bad then the money spent, uh huh At the same trap house more than 2 weeks You gotta keep movin, uh huh I been on the road, aine been getting no sleep I gotta keep movin, okay She slim thick but she got them cheeks That shit dea keep movin, yeah Once its up, we gon send a sweep Niggas better keep movin, yeah All the millitants turnt bae So aine no sense of choosin, okay He aine get no PT in the field When im riding with these bowls im cruisin, uh huh It aine nun like the last laugh That shit way more amusing, uh huh Drop his ass, never fold yo half, that shit way more confusin
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