Uh sherri crack upon this
I dont like the attitude but,
Wahala be like bycicle so,
I turn a blind eye to the madness
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
Just get on my knees
And pray for the day that me and the hommies go ball over seas
They wanna give up the dream but i never believe am going out like this
If you think say me i go loose hope my niggas finna burn that bridge
I no send anything wheer you talk behind my back that one na gist?
And my daughter looking up to me
I got the sauce and the resipie
I know my mama dey pray for me
All the blessings just dey follow me
You know am laying my legacy
Soon i be making this history
Double your hustle f*ck poverty
Racks on racks foriegn currencies
I took a picture with opportunity could you believe that she forgot to say cheese
Am getting sicker when i step on the mic
And murder she wrote
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
No sleep till payment slip don show
To the guys yeah you know what i mean
Shout out to the realest morf*ckers in the game
Never stop rapping on beats
I bet its not the time to come realler
When i step on the mic you consider
Money inner the mind of a born killer
For your mind you dey form godzilla
No be mouth but am still that nigga
Sampson when i break that pillar
And i pray God make you bigger
One round take shots to the liver
I stay fresh with it
You know black dont crack anymore
I let it bang to the beat
One shot and your back on the floor
I try to roll up some of this kush
And man them happy and mans got tools
Mans not happy when you call him a fool
Ride for the money and
Moving man
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
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Sherri Crack - Moving Mad Lyrics
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Uh sherri crack upon this
I dont like the attitude but,
Wahala be like bycicle so,
I turn a blind eye to the madness
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
Just get on my knees
And pray for the day that me and the hommies go ball over seas
They wanna give up the dream but i never believe am going out like this
If you think say me i go loose hope my niggas finna burn that bridge
I no send anything wheer you talk behind my back that one na gist?
And my daughter looking up to me
I got the sauce and the resipie
I know my mama dey pray for me
All the blessings just dey follow me
You know am laying my legacy
Soon i be making this history
Double your hustle f*ck poverty
Racks on racks foriegn currencies
I took a picture with opportunity could you believe that she forgot to say cheese
Am getting sicker when i step on the mic
And murder she wrote
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
No sleep till payment slip don show
To the guys yeah you know what i mean
Shout out to the realest morf*ckers in the game
Never stop rapping on beats
I bet its not the time to come realler
When i step on the mic you consider
Money inner the mind of a born killer
For your mind you dey form godzilla
No be mouth but am still that nigga
Sampson when i break that pillar
And i pray God make you bigger
One round take shots to the liver
I stay fresh with it
You know black dont crack anymore
I let it bang to the beat
One shot and your back on the floor
I try to roll up some of this kush
And man them happy and mans got tools
Mans not happy when you call him a fool
Ride for the money and
Moving man
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
I dont like the attitude but,
Wahala be like bycicle so,
I turn a blind eye to the madness
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
Just get on my knees
And pray for the day that me and the hommies go ball over seas
They wanna give up the dream but i never believe am going out like this
If you think say me i go loose hope my niggas finna burn that bridge
I no send anything wheer you talk behind my back that one na gist?
And my daughter looking up to me
I got the sauce and the resipie
I know my mama dey pray for me
All the blessings just dey follow me
You know am laying my legacy
Soon i be making this history
Double your hustle f*ck poverty
Racks on racks foriegn currencies
I took a picture with opportunity could you believe that she forgot to say cheese
Am getting sicker when i step on the mic
And murder she wrote
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
No sleep till payment slip don show
To the guys yeah you know what i mean
Shout out to the realest morf*ckers in the game
Never stop rapping on beats
I bet its not the time to come realler
When i step on the mic you consider
Money inner the mind of a born killer
For your mind you dey form godzilla
No be mouth but am still that nigga
Sampson when i break that pillar
And i pray God make you bigger
One round take shots to the liver
I stay fresh with it
You know black dont crack anymore
I let it bang to the beat
One shot and your back on the floor
I try to roll up some of this kush
And man them happy and mans got tools
Mans not happy when you call him a fool
Ride for the money and
Moving man
We moving mad
Coming in better
Hit me on facetime send no letters,
Turn up,turn up
Getting this money man getting all jealous
We moving mad
Niggas wanna copy my style
Turn up
Tellem baby look at my dab
We moving mad
We moving mad
Writer: Etieno Lawrence Akaiso
Copyright: Lyrics © Soundafrique Inc, Sentric Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Soundafrique Inc, Sentric Music Publishing