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Spade Santoro - Move Lyrics



Spade Santoro - Move Lyrics




Why these niggas trying to prove something
Talk tough never do nothing
Blocks hot better move something
F*ck a cop you ain't doing nothing
Tools flare in a flash bullets do more than groove somrthing
Real nigga about a bag yeah a nigga trying to move something

Aint ducking opps they won't do nothing
On the block with the zoo running
Tucking mops they don't do tussling convicted cops in the crew hustling
Got the drop finna cool something spitting rocks and I'm moon walking
I'm throwing hands i don't do talking chopper shatter glass like Steve Austin
Uh I just came for the check huh
Took that Bentley off his wrist got diamonds all on my neck
Ain't nothing wrong with this paper route
Always need cash in ya bank account
Niggas go in the trap but don't make it out if you come for my stash ima take you out

Like for real
Money be the object I ain't going out on pills
Killing all these niggas yeah I do it for the thrill
F*ck I need counselor for can't tell me how I feel
I could never never sell my soul for clout nah forreal
Shit is so astounding man this shit so unreal I ain't even trying niggas dying write ya will
You can tell me if I'm right or wrong just save how you feel forreal

Niggas cool but I'll act up
Fragments tear a nigga back up
You too close Nigga back up
All this rapping got you gassed up
Pipe down for I pick the pipe up never find me In a night club
Lemon haze cup full of sprite slush hold the purple to a nice touch gotta tight clutch
I gotta get it
Dirty hammer hitter riding with it
Check my gamma I'm on fire with it
4th quarter never tired with it
Check ya grammar nigga be specific
I'm money driven with the money team I be swaying in my honey thing bank
And bank yeah she love the cream
Lyrics strapped and they accurate like100 straps with 100 beams
Cough up a lung of that tangerine coming for mine ion fear a thing
Would be married to the game but I already
Got me a wedding ring ignite the flame spitting gasoline wait till the wraiths In a nigga jeans
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Why these niggas trying to prove something
Talk tough never do nothing
Blocks hot better move something
F*ck a cop you ain't doing nothing
Tools flare in a flash bullets do more than groove somrthing
Real nigga about a bag yeah a nigga trying to move something

Aint ducking opps they won't do nothing
On the block with the zoo running
Tucking mops they don't do tussling convicted cops in the crew hustling
Got the drop finna cool something spitting rocks and I'm moon walking
I'm throwing hands i don't do talking chopper shatter glass like Steve Austin
Uh I just came for the check huh
Took that Bentley off his wrist got diamonds all on my neck
Ain't nothing wrong with this paper route
Always need cash in ya bank account
Niggas go in the trap but don't make it out if you come for my stash ima take you out

Like for real
Money be the object I ain't going out on pills
Killing all these niggas yeah I do it for the thrill
F*ck I need counselor for can't tell me how I feel
I could never never sell my soul for clout nah forreal
Shit is so astounding man this shit so unreal I ain't even trying niggas dying write ya will
You can tell me if I'm right or wrong just save how you feel forreal

Niggas cool but I'll act up
Fragments tear a nigga back up
You too close Nigga back up
All this rapping got you gassed up
Pipe down for I pick the pipe up never find me In a night club
Lemon haze cup full of sprite slush hold the purple to a nice touch gotta tight clutch
I gotta get it
Dirty hammer hitter riding with it
Check my gamma I'm on fire with it
4th quarter never tired with it
Check ya grammar nigga be specific
I'm money driven with the money team I be swaying in my honey thing bank
And bank yeah she love the cream
Lyrics strapped and they accurate like100 straps with 100 beams
Cough up a lung of that tangerine coming for mine ion fear a thing
Would be married to the game but I already
Got me a wedding ring ignite the flame spitting gasoline wait till the wraiths In a nigga jeans
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Writer: Barrie Sharpe, Beresford Romeo, Diana Brown, Jorund Kopren, Michael Percy, Timothy John Lever, Trevor Romeo
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid




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