"Move Dat Dope"

Ah!, push it, push it
Ah!, push it, (hold up) push it

[Verse 1:]
Was a young n*gga movin dat dope
Never got used to being broke
Keep kush smoke in ma throat
Keep a slab wid candy coats
All ma n*ggas sell dope, all ma b*tches get money
Young OG in d game, but I’m still gettin new hunids
Never gettin tired of stuntin, ma window up still runnin
Where d money at, I’m comin, buying a rose grill wit d women
Got bad b*tches like Draya, what can I say I’m a playa
Pink pus*y slaya f*ck wit Brie ain’t gotta pay her
One day might try to run for mayor, I’m a mothaf*ckin boss
No mo’ chickens in d kitchen I can’t take another loss
Plus dese snitches out there snitchin, takin all ma n*ggas out
Had to get up on ma biz now I’m switchin up d route
Paid d cult to be d boss now d sh*t is paying out
Now d chicks keep comin I ain’t never seeing droughts
Everybody fellin off while I keep excelling out
Even when ma spelling off ma sh*t be still selling off

[Verse 2:]
I’m a boss b*tch wit ma own sh*t
Go harder than yo n*gga do
I like street n*ggas wit big di*ks
Who eat d pus*y like it’s food
The thug n*ggas that pay good
If you gon’ be f*ckin me, I need d house keys an shoppin sprees
I’m a bad b*tch wit maintenance fees
Pull up in dat foreign, if I see yo b*tch I might take yo b*tch
Take her home to ma n*gga, run a train all up on yo b*tch
I’m d main b*tch you d side b*tch
Give me sling bags an fly trips
He keep me happy so I ride d di*k
You f*ckin for french fries b*tch!
pus*y so good make him fall in love
Surfboarding on dat di*k all in a tub
Guaranteed to be d baddest b*tch in d club
In d section wit dem n*ggas that be bossed up
(Bossed up,bossed up.bossed up, bossed up)

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