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Too Much Motion
837
Hip-Hop/Rap
Too Much Motion was released on November 22, 2024 by 3200 Ent/Real Money Counters/Money Is Not Everything Entertainment as a part of the album Michigan Music
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Release DateNovember 22, 2024
Label3200 Ent/Real Money Counters/Money Is Not Everything Entertainment
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tevin Deon’Tre Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's Thirty, come on
What up?
Not gon' get nowhere if you don't go through shit
Come on, it's Thirty, huh (SLAJIDI, turn me up)
Huh, look, you not gon' get nowhere if you don't go through nothin'
Nobody told me nothin', my phone was jumpin'
Huh, I stay strapped, I'd never leave my home with nothin'
I keep chrome in public, and I'm known to bust it
Hmm, ain't no sittin' still right now, I'm havin' too much motion
Huh, if I lose I'm bogus, ain't no losin' focus
Huh, I'm ridin' in a droptop, that mean the roof a goner
Huh, the Glock came with a 50, look like a tumor on it
Huh, I need some homework on ****, I put a tutor on 'em
Huh, thought she was supposed to ride my face, why she scootin' on it?
Huh, baby told me I'm different, I'm not the average dude
Every time somebody see me, they ask me if I'm the rapper dude
Stop bein' mad, get a bag and go fix your attitude
Known to ride, ain't shit, I damn near know the longitude and latitude
Huh, this ain't a game you wanna enter without an exit plan, huh
You can't trust a bitch nowadays, they have sex with friends
Huh, the dog I got a one-of-one, it got a special plan
My baby spent a couple hours on the beach, she got a special tan
Whatever I can't make a **** do, my weapon can
I keep two blicks all prepared for when my weapon jam
Huh, my ex sick she thought she left me for a better man
Huh, he tried to rob and got popped, he need a better plan
Huh, I deal with 'bows now, I came up off of shavin' grams
Huh, you tap your feet on top of dope, it ain't no better dance
Come on
Alright, okay, alright
I told her that it's time to go, but I'm gon' let her dance
Huh, yeah, like
She see me bustin' out these bands, I made her wet her pants
Come on, you can't take this shit to the heart, you gotta know the rules
Huh, business biz, friends is friends, don't get the four confused
I remember not havin', I came from holy shoes
The Lord blessed me with this Glock, I keep a holy tool
My braze beatin' my ass, I wanna scratch my scalp
Stop askin' if I'm signin' people, go ask my scout
All you got is 1K, just send a rack for now
You gotta send another K to get the track sent out
Huh, the track slidin' everywhere, I took the traction out
You tried to run off with a bag, I gotta tax him now
Hmm, too many **** know my whip, I'm finna wrap it now
I don't want smoke with you ****, I'm into rappin' now
Come on, Real Money Counter, MINE shit, ****
It's Thirty
Y'all **** in trouble, man
Come on
Written by: Tevin Deon’Tre Smith
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