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Mad Skillz - Move Ya Body Şarkı Sözleri
the mack back in action show skills when i speak watch my - leak when i bring it to your face i still corner dimes, but in the nine i´m on a paper chase glass rocks, mega tops, tims on your block holding heat like crock pots and keeping g´s in my socks (so, what´s up, hopps?) i got to keep it tight like seams ´cause ain´t no fiends coming in between me and my dreams see what i mean, black? i keep it real like that f a "word is bond" i need stocks and bonds from these ill raps rappers won´t see me with contacts, friend so, please act you´ve got a siamese twin and think again ´cause in the end i start off with flavor next to bless your chest with freestyle fantasia smooth behavior seeing rappers as illusions meaning they disappear but i´m hear to keep you moving chorus: everybody, move ya body! everybody, move ya body! everybody, move ya body! i don´t think twice, kid you know i bring it to ya live (repeat) see, i don´t get writer´s block yo, i block other writers and there´s been nights i had to wear sniper attire for biters don´t make that same mistake and get scarred, retard i see that tape you listening to got you thinking that you hard but dig this... cut your hair and get your name on your stomach i still find ways to make your whole rap career plummet maintain i steal mics out of the frame but now people think they know me ´cause they know my real name while i stay same doing shows and tours somewhere in a phat crib(?) playing sega in the dashboard styles of sword(?) and flowing steadily trapping mcs in mazes forever like frankie beverly you know the steeze i´m bringing beats to they knees holacausting mcs and sees some g´s before i breath that´s how it be it´s no doubt that i got to bring it to your chest as i bring it to ya live chorus so, from this point on until the day that they bury me i´ll still be on a hunt trying to snatch this currency putting my peeps on while friends turn fake they get pissed thinking i be in switzerland checking some real estate dropping lps every year somewhere in a mansion with a butler named vincent jeffrey belvadere i´m rare but, rappers ain´t trying to hear the reason why their girl freestyled her number in my ear it´s my year, son, and i ain´t trying to slip i´m trying to collect props and get not(?) to stretch money clips honey-dips i keep ´em on like low end so, f five-o illegal, so we don´t got to go there it´s so unfair how i do wack crews shady they want to be next up their style sucks like a new baby they can´t faze me mics and man fusion beats i keep bruising do your thing and keep moving chorus (repeat twice) |
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