Mmmm mmm mmm cuz that, cuz that, uh uh mmmmh, yeah
Ok, now money on my mind, and sweat from all the grind, the play don't care who make it n***a
It's my time to shine, ain't worried bout' a n***a that ain't worried bout' you, and chasing that
Pussy will really have you stuck in a loop, aye get it together my n***a better get you some loot
You either thumb through it, run through it or get the boot, and ain't no time for a n***a that can't
Hold his weight, aye boss talk for small talk, I need really big plates, Say n****s moving ass backwards
Put a butt on his face, the real never f*cking squeal, we just pray and beat cases, If you scared then
Go to church, but you can't run back like Mase, cuz it's n****s that's goin' hard that's gon' really
Take ya place
I never fold, never told anything that I heard, no pillow talking, if you do get kicked off to the curb
Get what you deserve, naw, f*ck what you heard, Ima G and that's a fact, n***a getting what I earned
Never fold, never told anything that I heard, no pillow talking, if you do get kicked off to the curb
Get what you deserve, naw, f*ck what you heard, Ima G and that's a fact, n***a getting what I earned
It's the, God Body Selassie, back with the La-di-da-di, bitches paparazzi, be popping pussy and popping molly
I pop a ollie and kick, flip em right out the lobby, n****s say I'm prolly the illest n***a since Earvin Johnson
Flow toxin, cook Magic when I be spitting, fresh Foamposites for kicks, you n****s Penny pinching
Won't ever stress over pussy boy I get plenty women, throwing up my city wherever, just like I'm Henny Sippin'
Knew this what I wanted, so I got it, you ever get out of pocket, we checking you like a audit n***a, yeah
N****s taking shot's like a revolver, but real G's move in silence just like my f*ckin' Designer, bitch I'm ghost
The real is back, I got the recipe, I stay away from n****s, especially filled with jealousy
Find me at the Bellamy, drilling yo bitch with straight Dick, no Gregory, n***a f*ck is you telling me
Da God
Fari - Real G's Move in Silence (feat. Kountup) Lyrics
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Mmmm mmm mmm cuz that, cuz that, uh uh mmmmh, yeah
Ok, now money on my mind, and sweat from all the grind, the play don't care who make it n***a
It's my time to shine, ain't worried bout' a n***a that ain't worried bout' you, and chasing that
Pussy will really have you stuck in a loop, aye get it together my n***a better get you some loot
You either thumb through it, run through it or get the boot, and ain't no time for a n***a that can't
Hold his weight, aye boss talk for small talk, I need really big plates, Say n****s moving ass backwards
Put a butt on his face, the real never f*cking squeal, we just pray and beat cases, If you scared then
Go to church, but you can't run back like Mase, cuz it's n****s that's goin' hard that's gon' really
Take ya place
I never fold, never told anything that I heard, no pillow talking, if you do get kicked off to the curb
Get what you deserve, naw, f*ck what you heard, Ima G and that's a fact, n***a getting what I earned
Never fold, never told anything that I heard, no pillow talking, if you do get kicked off to the curb
Get what you deserve, naw, f*ck what you heard, Ima G and that's a fact, n***a getting what I earned
It's the, God Body Selassie, back with the La-di-da-di, bitches paparazzi, be popping pussy and popping molly
I pop a ollie and kick, flip em right out the lobby, n****s say I'm prolly the illest n***a since Earvin Johnson
Flow toxin, cook Magic when I be spitting, fresh Foamposites for kicks, you n****s Penny pinching
Won't ever stress over pussy boy I get plenty women, throwing up my city wherever, just like I'm Henny Sippin'
Knew this what I wanted, so I got it, you ever get out of pocket, we checking you like a audit n***a, yeah
N****s taking shot's like a revolver, but real G's move in silence just like my f*ckin' Designer, bitch I'm ghost
The real is back, I got the recipe, I stay away from n****s, especially filled with jealousy
Find me at the Bellamy, drilling yo bitch with straight Dick, no Gregory, n***a f*ck is you telling me
Da God
Ok, now money on my mind, and sweat from all the grind, the play don't care who make it n***a
It's my time to shine, ain't worried bout' a n***a that ain't worried bout' you, and chasing that
Pussy will really have you stuck in a loop, aye get it together my n***a better get you some loot
You either thumb through it, run through it or get the boot, and ain't no time for a n***a that can't
Hold his weight, aye boss talk for small talk, I need really big plates, Say n****s moving ass backwards
Put a butt on his face, the real never f*cking squeal, we just pray and beat cases, If you scared then
Go to church, but you can't run back like Mase, cuz it's n****s that's goin' hard that's gon' really
Take ya place
I never fold, never told anything that I heard, no pillow talking, if you do get kicked off to the curb
Get what you deserve, naw, f*ck what you heard, Ima G and that's a fact, n***a getting what I earned
Never fold, never told anything that I heard, no pillow talking, if you do get kicked off to the curb
Get what you deserve, naw, f*ck what you heard, Ima G and that's a fact, n***a getting what I earned
It's the, God Body Selassie, back with the La-di-da-di, bitches paparazzi, be popping pussy and popping molly
I pop a ollie and kick, flip em right out the lobby, n****s say I'm prolly the illest n***a since Earvin Johnson
Flow toxin, cook Magic when I be spitting, fresh Foamposites for kicks, you n****s Penny pinching
Won't ever stress over pussy boy I get plenty women, throwing up my city wherever, just like I'm Henny Sippin'
Knew this what I wanted, so I got it, you ever get out of pocket, we checking you like a audit n***a, yeah
N****s taking shot's like a revolver, but real G's move in silence just like my f*ckin' Designer, bitch I'm ghost
The real is back, I got the recipe, I stay away from n****s, especially filled with jealousy
Find me at the Bellamy, drilling yo bitch with straight Dick, no Gregory, n***a f*ck is you telling me
Da God
Writer: Freddie Rambert III
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid