Shoreline Mafia - Da Move lyrics

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Shoreline Mafia - Da Move lyrics

[Chorus: Fenix] What's the move, where it's at, 'cause I'm tryna get it When his b**h come around you know I'm checkin' chicken I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented Why these n***as talkin' money, I don't see 'em get it Why these n***as talkin' shootin', I don't think you with it That's your b**h but not to me, I'm goin' deep up in it I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it All this money on me baby, know you want to spend it If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish I been creepin' with the forty, I got thirty in it I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget [Verse 1: Lul G] All this mud in my system, it's a stain on my kidneys Two twin Glocks, that's that Bobby and that Whitney I ain't slidin' to that show if that strap ain't with me Mixin' with that nerd so you gettin' stanked with him Your fans get your name tatted so you know you lit But if I make it out the hood then I know I'm blessed Gas straight to the pedal, I don't never race DJ Khaled type sh** b**h, we the best Winning team, watch you up that TEC on him Shooters on my team, they'll blow that rat for me Talkin' out his neck, had to up and stretch brodie In your section b**h, and I got that check on me [Chorus: Fenix] What's the move, where it's at, 'cause I'm tryna get it When his b**h come around you know I'm checkin' chicken I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented Why these n***as talkin' money, I don't see 'em get it Why these n***as talkin' shootin', I don't think you with it That's your b**h but not to me, I'm goin' deep up in it I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it All this money on me baby, know you want to spend it If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish I been creepin' with the forty, I got thirty in it I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget [Verse 2: Ohgeesy] Hundred rounds, that's a hundun Rat n***as, they be sweet like some Hon' Buns You ain't trap lil n***a, you a f**in' bum Hundred K on the whip, drive it through the slums She gon' chew on the dick like some bubblegum Three five in the wood, that's a stunner blunt f** your mama, motherf** where you n***as from She gon' s** on the dick 'til a n***a cum That's how we do it, on the set though OTX, been dough, we get the checks though I don't want your love, I only want the neck ho I'm in the hotel, I'm waiting on the next ho [Chorus: Fenix] What's the move, where it's at, 'cause I'm tryna get it When his b**h come around you know I'm checkin' chicken I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented Why these n***as talkin' money, I don't see 'em get it Why these n***as talkin' shootin', I don't think you with it That's your b**h but not to me, I'm goin' deep up in it I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it All this money on me baby, know you want to spend it If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish I been creepin' with the forty, I got thirty in it I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget [Verse 3: DaBoii] Talkin' like you shootin' sh**, boy you play too much Type of n***as that I be around wouldn't say too much High tolerance, I cannot match you, I'ma face the blunt And we the reason all these loyal couples out here breakin' up And what the f** you throwin' up, what you bang n***a? What me and D just poured up in that liter have your brain trippin' Foreign, park the whip with dealer plates but it ain't rented 'Cause when you know they can't trace nothin' back, that's a great feeling And I'm in need of every blessing 'cause I stay sinning Chilling in the house when it's a war, p**y stay chilling Just got started talking sh**, bro I ain't finished Devil in my head but I know that I can't listen Why everybody changing up like they bills big? And my pain never healed, bro I'm still sick Could've lived a better life but I'm still riskin' it I'm a fresh a** prince, I be Will Smithin' it And when they ask how I'm actin', they like still different And you know your mans a rat, but y'all still kickin' it Diss my mans who in peace, then you will visit him Them hoes that won't DM you back, my lil bro pimpin' 'em [Chorus: Fenix] What's the move, where it's at, 'cause I'm tryna get it When his b**h come around you know I'm checkin' chicken I put Forgis on the Masi and you know it's tinted Straight cash, blue faces, I don't do the rented Why these n***as talkin' money, I don't see 'em get it Why these n***as talkin' shootin', I don't think you with it That's your b**h but not to me, I'm goin' deep up in it I'm in the foreign off the perkies with a freak up in it All this money on me baby, know you want to spend it If it's beef, go 'head and start it 'cause we wanna finish I been creepin' with the forty, I got thirty in it I serve molly, I serve white, I used to serve the midget, ayy

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