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He pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy It's the fat boy, skinny ties Don't empty mine nigga Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I'm authentic Gettin' long money, short winded Let's go and get it nigga Bang bang, bitch niggas caught drinkin' chase Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves Twenty chickens watchin' and I still be movin' that base Gave a job to the children you scared to raise Chain swangin', name rangin' Shots fired, same nigga We movin' weight I'm at a different pace I'm out in Haïti with my lady screamin' "n'ap boule" I'm hard to kill, Dade county, Versace Neil Fourteen for that tattoo worth that dollar bill Only one man got the combination to the safe Grammy nominated once, but I'm still moving base See them plaques on a nigga wall We still movin' bass Got them records jumpin' off the store We still movin' bass Copper tried to knock us off We still movin' bass Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door And we still movin' bass Fallin' from the sky, the money bad the bigger Angels tatted all on me, pray for a lord sinner Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week Taz Angels just wanna chill, jewelers just wanna meet Weed man expensive, three trips a week Misses just wanna freak, feds stay up the street Know they tailin' us close so we leak what we wanna leak New mob, suit sharp, my suit Farrahkhan In the house of the lord, my niggas bearin' arms His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiendin' for I'm movin' base, we outta state you know my speakers low Put the pistol to your mouth now show me to the safe Grammy nominated once, but I'm still movin' bass You see the plaques on the wall but the yayo still in the spot See me cousin off to college, I see that it costs a lot Tallons fillin' the jammy, Miami still in my heart Niggas playin' the corner, guess their playin' their part Early coppin' the coupes, ladies stay on our feet Your brother went to duplex Smell the dope from across the street Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you sweet Arabs sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap Schoolin' the little niggas, kilos all in the campus A passport is necessary visa with all the rubbers I beef with all of the red cappers Head to the shop for some tobacco (blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!) BR-80 just a plus don't mention the dust R-O-C double M kill anything we touch
Writer(s): William Roberts, Jerome Harmon, Shawn Carter, Timothy Mosley, Chris Godbey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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