GMF YungDeezy - Move Lyrics

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It's Deezy
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Aye cooks tell them niggas stop playin with us niggas

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Bihh it's Deezy boy
You better stay up out my way
Before I bleed ya boy
I run up on you take ya plate
Yeah I get greedy boy
These niggas paranoid
I told these niggas they can't see me
Like I'm camouflage
And I be bucking on that henny
Couple shots in my semi
They like yung Deezy keep on spinning
How tf he not dizzy
I run up on ya with this glizzy
Smoke yo ass like a chimney
Before I'm dead and gone
Ima make these niggas remember me
Bih bad
But she got the nerve to think
That shit gon get a bag
Come on na lil shawty
You need to get up off the gas
And if I catch a nigga down bad I'm on his ass
These niggas better have insurance
Before they crash
I put that metal on yo ass like welder
I'm telling ya
I go wherever I want and make it rain
Like the weather
And if you wanna die behind some fame
Ima let 'em
My brothers spin on shit better take shelter
I be cool on a hoe but I be hotter than a desert
You can't hop behind this whip
If you can't drive ask lil kellsi
I love a cool dark-skin but I like my bitches yellow
Free lil earl that's my brother
He say these niggas out here telling
These niggas in the streets they really envy me
50 in a glock 23
You in yo feelings mad about a hoe because she feeling me
Slide on you with a 223
And let off 25 shots
I lit that bitch up like it's christmas eve
Lil shawty sent a text she say she missing me
I'm trying figure out how
Last time I heard she was dissing me
Ima stand on business if you dissing me
We could've caught that boy slipping
But he ain't leave up out the house on
That thanksgiving eve
And I be tipping on that hen Ian sober
Me and Ab in them dodges racing down magnolia
A couple hoes in my backyard
And lil boss said ima soldier
Lil hoe told me that I'm like that
I said bitch thought I told you
I'm the one that made them stood up
Put jumper cables on the vill
I turnt the hood up
Lil bitch say she wanna smoke
She know we be having pounds
We the ones with some motion in the city
So I told the lil hoe pull up
A couple racks up in my jeans Ian stunting
Ian giving you nothing
So don't ask me to front ya
I'm in the front like a bumper
I'm in da hood like a motor
You in da back like some rotors
She throw it back ima fold her
She make it clap like I'm soulja
I throw a sack like a fumble
Bitch I'm hotter than summer
20 thou all hunnits
100 thou all blues
100 racks on my mama
I spend 10 on jimmy choo
Too blew a bag on my daughter

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