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Why you gotta move like that? You trippin' Why-why you gotta move like that? (You trippin') Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy Don't care what they speakin', they be geekin' I pull up, we freakin' for the weekend We been breaking bowlers, leave 'em speechless Haters talk 'bout all this, leave 'em teethless Women I have slaughtered 'cause they decent I'm coming for they daughters, Liam Neeson Picture you is all up in the creases You don't hang with ballers and we beefin' If I don't get the call, you make me leave it (Picture it, uh) Yeah, what, yeah, yeah, yeah, what, uh Picture yourself out of control Where do you go? Into your head Out of your heart 'Til you will fall, ooh Why you gotta move like that? Ain't nobody tellin' you to lose your back, oh You ain't gotta move like that Look into yourself You need to use your past, oh, oh You trippin' I don't care about the strangest high But life can get me down And I done played my part, a painful start But I can't trip right now I could give a fuck what people say I'll see ya at the end I heard a thousand time, a loss a loss And winners always win, yeah Why you gotta move like that? Why-why you gotta move like that? You trippin' Picture yourself out of control Where do you go? Into your head Out of your heart 'Til you will fall, ooh Why you gotta move like that? Ain't nobody tellin' you to lose your back, oh You ain't gotta move like that Look into yourself You need to use your past, oh, oh-oh You trippin'
Writer(s): Mia Gladstone, Ciscero Simons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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