Aye mayne
This mixtape gotta slap, bruh
This mixtape gotta slap
I need, like a fidget spinner, veggie burgers, and four Bibles
Eskitit
Came out the church. Halleluaus, cousins, and Luby's food
Tight lease. Get the belt. Red bottom Chris Loubi shoes
They was iffy 'bout me. Now they head bobbin' like Cockatoos
Last days. Rapture talk got 'em sweating like underboobs
Get a rag. I'm following Christ. You can follow the trends
Tell Goliath get the strap cause, boy, I'm playing to win
Thought they broke me cause they threw sticks and stones and saw me bend
Sike. I was just lacing my shoes but look at me standing again
Now when they see me they be hurt like I took a bat to their shins
But like Shayla, I give 'em love, blow 'em kisses, and send 'em grins
Cause my mama, she ain't raise no fool
And Daddy told me I'm cold. I ain't gotta morph to be cool
God don't sleep. The grind don't stop. That's my mood
No cap. Take ya lid off my pot. That's my food
Nah, I ain't tryna be rude
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
Might say I'm crumb cause I ain't choose to go the money way
We living, stay winning, ain't stripping, whippin' work, or moving yay
To Murda Beats and bless yo trap, I swear I get the better pay
Even if my dollar Bill Withers it'd be a lovely day
Thank you, Jesus, for the right to the tree of life, bro
Straight steer. Pray I never hear the laws reading me my rights though
Black Lives Matter. That don't mean we wanna bury whites though
I get deeper on the verses than the voice of Barry White so
I'm under your skin like chiggers
So dangerous. No Jack the Ripper
Them blessings come down like zippers
They huge but my God is bigger
Out the mud and straight outta pocket
He's coming and you can't stop it
You flip it but you can't flop it
Slope slippery. Need to mop it
Blessings 'bout fat as cows
Wish they would've sat me down and say my pigment is threat enough
For them boys to pat me down
And I don't hate cops either. I just can't stand pigs
Oh, you got melanin and money? Who yo mans is
Blame the federal for limitations and mad kids
But you yank 'em down. Steppin' on they necks like crabs is.
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
Toston - Move On Lyrics
Toston - Move On Lyrics
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Aye mayne
This mixtape gotta slap, bruh
This mixtape gotta slap
I need, like a fidget spinner, veggie burgers, and four Bibles
Eskitit
Came out the church. Halleluaus, cousins, and Luby's food
Tight lease. Get the belt. Red bottom Chris Loubi shoes
They was iffy 'bout me. Now they head bobbin' like Cockatoos
Last days. Rapture talk got 'em sweating like underboobs
Get a rag. I'm following Christ. You can follow the trends
Tell Goliath get the strap cause, boy, I'm playing to win
Thought they broke me cause they threw sticks and stones and saw me bend
Sike. I was just lacing my shoes but look at me standing again
Now when they see me they be hurt like I took a bat to their shins
But like Shayla, I give 'em love, blow 'em kisses, and send 'em grins
Cause my mama, she ain't raise no fool
And Daddy told me I'm cold. I ain't gotta morph to be cool
God don't sleep. The grind don't stop. That's my mood
No cap. Take ya lid off my pot. That's my food
Nah, I ain't tryna be rude
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
Might say I'm crumb cause I ain't choose to go the money way
We living, stay winning, ain't stripping, whippin' work, or moving yay
To Murda Beats and bless yo trap, I swear I get the better pay
Even if my dollar Bill Withers it'd be a lovely day
Thank you, Jesus, for the right to the tree of life, bro
Straight steer. Pray I never hear the laws reading me my rights though
Black Lives Matter. That don't mean we wanna bury whites though
I get deeper on the verses than the voice of Barry White so
I'm under your skin like chiggers
So dangerous. No Jack the Ripper
Them blessings come down like zippers
They huge but my God is bigger
Out the mud and straight outta pocket
He's coming and you can't stop it
You flip it but you can't flop it
Slope slippery. Need to mop it
Blessings 'bout fat as cows
Wish they would've sat me down and say my pigment is threat enough
For them boys to pat me down
And I don't hate cops either. I just can't stand pigs
Oh, you got melanin and money? Who yo mans is
Blame the federal for limitations and mad kids
But you yank 'em down. Steppin' on they necks like crabs is.
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
This mixtape gotta slap, bruh
This mixtape gotta slap
I need, like a fidget spinner, veggie burgers, and four Bibles
Eskitit
Came out the church. Halleluaus, cousins, and Luby's food
Tight lease. Get the belt. Red bottom Chris Loubi shoes
They was iffy 'bout me. Now they head bobbin' like Cockatoos
Last days. Rapture talk got 'em sweating like underboobs
Get a rag. I'm following Christ. You can follow the trends
Tell Goliath get the strap cause, boy, I'm playing to win
Thought they broke me cause they threw sticks and stones and saw me bend
Sike. I was just lacing my shoes but look at me standing again
Now when they see me they be hurt like I took a bat to their shins
But like Shayla, I give 'em love, blow 'em kisses, and send 'em grins
Cause my mama, she ain't raise no fool
And Daddy told me I'm cold. I ain't gotta morph to be cool
God don't sleep. The grind don't stop. That's my mood
No cap. Take ya lid off my pot. That's my food
Nah, I ain't tryna be rude
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
Might say I'm crumb cause I ain't choose to go the money way
We living, stay winning, ain't stripping, whippin' work, or moving yay
To Murda Beats and bless yo trap, I swear I get the better pay
Even if my dollar Bill Withers it'd be a lovely day
Thank you, Jesus, for the right to the tree of life, bro
Straight steer. Pray I never hear the laws reading me my rights though
Black Lives Matter. That don't mean we wanna bury whites though
I get deeper on the verses than the voice of Barry White so
I'm under your skin like chiggers
So dangerous. No Jack the Ripper
Them blessings come down like zippers
They huge but my God is bigger
Out the mud and straight outta pocket
He's coming and you can't stop it
You flip it but you can't flop it
Slope slippery. Need to mop it
Blessings 'bout fat as cows
Wish they would've sat me down and say my pigment is threat enough
For them boys to pat me down
And I don't hate cops either. I just can't stand pigs
Oh, you got melanin and money? Who yo mans is
Blame the federal for limitations and mad kids
But you yank 'em down. Steppin' on they necks like crabs is.
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
Move on. I ain't crying 'bout it no more
Blah, blah, blah. They did you wrong
Blase', blah. They talking down on you
Move on. God got something better in store
Troubles they don't last too long
You going strong
And now they wanna fly with you
Writer: Ashlyn Toston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid