A look of death that turns you on I?m too destructive to be the one Chorus That?s were I?m going to Some place that?s far from you I?m movin? on I?m
A look of death that turns you on I?m too destructive to be the one Chorus That?s were I?m going to Some place that?s far from you I?m movin? on I?
A look of death that turns you on I?m too destructive to be the one Chorus That?s were I?m going to Some place that?s far from you I?m movin? on I
ever been to jail or shot, sold rocks I'm talkin' 'bout weight down like movin' ki's and pounds But every nigga in the hood ain't fly Light-skinned
Girl, the way you're movin' got me in a trance DJ turn me up, ladies this yo' jam I'ma sip Moscato and you gon' lose them pants Then I'ma throw this money
only when I sleep It's only when I sleep Up to the sky where angels fly I'll never die, Hawaiian high It's reaching through my skin Movin' from within
Who gon' be rest, to pass the blast 'Cause if ya thinkin' of kickin' these Ya best be packin' yo' sit to b's That it makes a difference I'm movin' yo'
movin, movin, movin, movin, Oh, movin on, Oh..., I'm movin on, movin on, movin on, I said movin, I'm movin on, movin, movin, movin on, movin on, I'm movin
steady from da front to da back, Holla at Mac, let me see dat back, Mr. Cartel inger show that tat, I dunno how to act, baby hotter then a stove top, skin
It's ninety-three degrees, and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it
It's ninety-three degrees, And the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the fox, But everybody's seen it
[Chorus] Girl the way you're movin' Got me in a trance DJ turn me up Ladies this yo jam I'ma sip Moscato, and you 'gon lose dem pants Then i'ma throw
with the chicks who be the centerfolds Then I creep to the mo, with a freak on the low Then I come thru the doe, then I mash on the flo Yeah, I keeps it movin
killers, slugs in villas Black gorillas and million dollar billers Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the premises Poetically mugged, pedigree's incredibly Movin
's both of us, we'll be straight dogg We met each other through mutual friends Since it sparked off, you my next ta kin Is it your silky skin, ya' innocent
She was kissin' the head, then she blew my balls It felt like my skin had started to crawl And the bitch kept suckin' like a freak in heat Movin' like
where niggas go Spendin' flow for stripper hoes And table-tops cost five dollars If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother Bitch, come clean from beginnin' Drop them strings and skin
