Royce The Choice - Move Around lyrics
[Royce The Choice - Move Around lyrics]
Mustard on the beat, hoe
Lay down for a nigga, or get out by 6
I hit a lick before I wosh my dick
Had to drop the kids off, bout 8 this morning
Back to this bank I chace, like JP Morgan
Got a broke bitch, put it in her mouth
It's cool to watch the game at your house
Let me think about it, thought about it, no
Plug to plug, but you was at your home
I don't know
Just some shit I don't condone
My nefew smokin, off the D Lo
I need paper, pink, print a few sheets
Got a freak in the drop, only in her dreams
Acount stack, we do that all week
No fools, we cut down your tree
With a couple LBs in the air with it
Me, I give 'm ten racks, like a bear with it
Nigga, I give 'm a Berkin, fuck around
Might give 'm a burger
Maybe even give a Berkin to them bitches
That take it a little further
Sellin that Turky, no opertoonity
Leave it in curtins
Got him in chearch and merk him
That's the perpis
You just talkin, I drive all the cars
He car tellin, I'm cartellen
Royce, they better not say nothin
On your name, boy, you a fellin
I shoot they parents, grandparents
Cause mine all fellins
Love myself today, sweet high
Fuck them decoys
Don't wanna see the streetside
Lay down for a nigga, or get out by 6
I hit a lick before I wosh my dick
Had to drop the kids off, bout 8 this morning
Back to this bank I chace, like JP Morgan
Got a broke bitch, put it in her mouth
It's cool to watch the game at your house
Let me think about it, thought about it, no
Plug to plug, but you was at your home
I don't know
Just some shit I don't condone
My nefew smokin, off the D Lo
I need paper, pink, print a few sheets
Got a freak in the drop, only in her dreams
Acount stack, we do that all week
No fools, we cut down your tree
With a couple LBs in the air with it
Me, I give 'm ten racks, like a bear with it
Nigga, I give 'm a Berkin, fuck around
Might give 'm a burger
Maybe even give a Berkin to them bitches
That take it a little further
Sellin that Turky, no opertoonity
Leave it in curtins
Got him in chearch and merk him
That's the perpis
You just talkin, I drive all the cars
He car tellin, I'm cartellen
Royce, they better not say nothin
On your name, boy, you a fellin
I shoot they parents, grandparents
Cause mine all fellins
Love myself today, sweet high
Fuck them decoys
Don't wanna see the streetside