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Connie Diiamond - Move lyrics

Artist: Connie Diiamond

album: Underdog Szn


I need the money, the power, respect
Heard it's a party you know Imma flex
I got it on me, can never get left
One in her body, and one in her neck
If you not an opp, just know that you blessed
I'm dropping bodies, I put them to rest
Digging your grave, these bitches be minimum wage
For thinking I owe them respect
So you better move, bitch
Telling you now, I ain't one to fool with
When they hit the corona
We get the ducking the Dees
They airing the news clip
Disturbing the peace when we
We get to dumping the heat
They softer than cool whip
Out of your league, this shit ain't nothing to me
I'm scoring it's two zip
Let's get it, ho
Bitches be broke, they needy
Come to the spot, and I'm doing them greezy
Can't tell me nothing, they calling me Jeezy
Fuck with your life, he ain't wanna believe me
Fill them with hollows, they calling me Sleepy
Kodak bop it in make 'em zzz
Gave 'em that twat now
The nigga won't leave me
Said the pussy is water like Fiji
Damn it, I make it look easy
I get money like asap
Drape me in VVs
He wanna breed it like Riri
Niggas wishing they had me
Get em a genie
Run up on me and
It won't be a repeat
Word to Shawnny catching a figgy
I'm sick and tired of keeping it PG
Get your perse, I ain't doing no freebied
Move, bitch
All of my niggas ah boom shit
Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef, we send them to Ruth's Chris
I be at the bank
I don't do nothing for free the ticket is ruthless
Fuck what you think we make it hot like degrees
You know how we do shit
Get it, ho
Move, bitch
All of my niggas ah boom shit
Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef, we send them to Ruth's Chris
I be at the bank
I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless
Fuck what you think we make it hot like degrees
You know how we do shit
Get it, ho
Move, bitch
Niggas is pussy a loose one
That's why I just play 'em like track one
Aye we treat the K like a Nerf gun
But when that bitch spraying, ain't no fun
Big ball mommy, I'm Houston
Made six figures in one month
I could be spending and spending, get me a Porsche, but no that ain't no pun
They say they want smoke, but no blunt
Don't work in the mall, but I pack some
Bitch say that she harder than who?
That bitch must went up
The block for a coke run
Ask your ho, I'm a dope vibe
Need it all, hundreds the blue kind
I don't do drugs, I just spend his
You know what I mean
I don't blow mine
Fuck these hoes, I go both sides
I never needed a co sign
Hoes my jeans, they so tight
Fuck hoes mean it's my time
Bitches ain't seen me since my first drop, couldn't miss it with closed eyes
Niggas be falling for me, but I clean them and leave them dry like a clothes line
Let's get it, ho
Move, bitch, all my niggas are toothless
They eat the pussy like Mastro's, then give me they money to do shit
I be at the bank, I don't do nothing for free
Don't ask me to do shit
When I leave the house, I keep the burner on me, I hope niggas ain't stupid
Let's get it, ho
Move, bitch
All of my niggas ah boom shit
Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef, we send them to Ruth's Chris
I be at the bank
I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless
Fuck what you think we make it hot like degrees
You know how we do shit
Get it, ho
Move, bitch
All of my niggas ah boom shit
Cleaning the plate, if they get to serving the beef, we send them to Ruth's Chris
I be at the bank
I don't do nothing for free, the ticket is ruthless
Fuck what you think we make it hot like degrees
You know how we do shit
Get it, ho

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