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Vídeo de música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nixed
Vocals
Stevie Stone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Thomas Rippy
Songwriter
Adam Leo Martin
Songwriter
Stephen Lewis Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nixed
Producer
Adam Leo Martin
Producer
Letra
Yeah
Hardest in the city bitch
6-1-5
Yeahh
Y'all gotta move move
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Whatcha gon do do
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Y'all gotta move
Been taking my time
I get it I get it
I'm in it been a minute
I'm venomous (Woah)
I'm top of the line I'm one of a kind
My shits unkind
She gobbled like (Woah)
I'm into my prime I chop it wit Nixed
I fix yo bitch I bet she blow
Call me a livin legend let it all resin
Stoney done traveled the globe
Oh man let me in
Long time comin in a rut
Second wind and I'm in a groove
He's about to run a muck
Told the little **** make room
High stepping hut 10 hut
Real ones stay 10 down
Keepin score a make em tally up
Till den mind they bitness
Big work Stony got ism
I ain't here to play no games
Great Dane night sight vision
Can't tame my time listen
Iron sharp I incision
Iron sharp I incision
Make these **** move
Y'all gotta move move
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Whatcha gon do do
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Y'all gotta move
We don't need to talk I got no beef I guess they'll starve fine
She broke on my dick she need the rent so she on that hard time
Hoe you look confused I hope you figure out that bar I'm
Chasing cheese just cause you don't see green don't mean I'm offline
Every time I try to catch a feeling motha fuckas tryna kill it
You don't wanna be the one to get pop rocked
I can cut up but I'm not a chop shop
Heads get peeled
Call it crop top
Hopped right up out my DMs I ain't freak-in a clout chasin he-thin I promise you we can
Handle this shit bitch you in them hills but you ain't the weekend
You don't want I promise so who the hardestin the ville
Bitch
Me
Lyrically ahead
See
I ain't gotta try to stay awake around a woke bitch, I'd rather just sleep
Play around with hoes I don't play nice
You ain't getting off I'm like Ray rice
Gun down homie couldn't aim right
He Couldn't catch a body even if it was a stage dive
Ya Ya Ya Ya Ya
Bet I made you nod right there
Ya Ya Ya Ya
Fill her up, getting topped off awe yeah
Hot pot flow I'm a rockstar
Nocturnal tint all dark
Got a Boston broad yeah she talk a lot but I know she won't use the hard R
Y'all gotta move move
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Whatcha gon do do
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Get out the way
Y'all gotta move
Written by: Adam Leo Martin, Stephen Lewis Williams, Zachary Thomas Rippy


