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Shit how you move so clean bruh? Yo Lemme know how you move so clean Huh yeah It's easy listen Move with precision I move like a surgeon (Surgeon) Came with a Turkish I came w a Persian (Persian) See me at home It's a whole nother version (Version) Zizou the man in the crib He observing (Observing) Bitches is sketchy I'm drawin the curtains (Curtains) Too many euros I had to convert it (Vert it) Too many feelings I had to reverse it (Verse it) Long as I woke up I still got a purpose (Ish) I'm up in the sky gotta lower the dose She heard that I rap Now she wanna know more (What?) Baby a model I told her to pose (Yessir) You crossin the line then you payin a toll (Go on) Get it n go He driving I roll (Let's go) I'm keepin it low I'm in the zone Don't wanna be home I'm sick of the tone Good on my own We coulda been 4 I fear only one And I know he providing for us (That's right) I thank him you know Issa must (Uh huh) Angels around me and this ain't no regular buzzz (Uh huh) This ain't no regular buss You wanna try me I rush Who that behind you that's us Turnin these ashes to dust (Ish) Took me a while to adjust Used to arrive in a bus Now it's a foreign like musk Strokin my hair cuz she love how it's curly Done with her early Fly like a birdie My shit is rare you could get it in person Pull up n serve em Coulda referred em I just want money don't care what they earnin All of this pressure like I'm in a furnace Trust me it's urgent We was both hurtin I could confirm it Move with precision I move like a surgeon (Surgeon) Came with a Turkish I came with a Persian (Persian) See me at home It's a whole nother version (Version) Zizou the man in the crib He observing (Observing) Bitches is sketchy I'm drawin the curtains (Curtains) Too many euros I had to convert it (Vert it) Too many feelings I had to reverse it (Verse it) Long as I woke up I still got a purpose (Ish) I'm up in the sky gotta lower the dose She heard that I rap Now she wanna know more (What?) Baby a model I told her to pose (Yessir) You crossin the line then you payin a toll (Go on) Get it n go He driving I roll (Let's go) I'm keepin it low I'm in the zone Don't wanna be home I'm sick of the tone Good on my own We coulda been 4 I couldn't drive so I got me a chauffer (Ayyy) Need me 10 grams of the motherfuckin kosher 400 nights n I haven't slept sober (What?) I'm at ya neck like a motherfuckin cobra Baby don't stress It's one life then it's over I'm out here w S Told him keep his composure Finna go viral This shit like corona I'm on the rise And my people all know ya (They do) When I'm underdressed Heard they tryna control us I Put on Hermès And they act like they know us Told her say less On to the next Ice In my chest Keep an eye like I'm Horus You got some money don't matter you boring Feel like a tourist my bitch she a foreign Lungs are so big I could smoke me a forest We coulda linked but you couldn't afford it Just hit a lick cuz I couldn't afford it I'm In too deep Nah I couldn't abort it (Hell nah) Just hit a lick cuz I couldn't afford it I'm in too deep Nah I couldn't abort it Barely get sleep and you bitches be snorin She for the streets and I want her to know it Couldn't be here so I'm tellin her stories She for the streets and I want her to know it This shit better work I been waitin to finish Might wait for the money don't wait for no bitches I'm making decisions a matter of minutes And mind yo own business I thought you ain't with it I got that quality stashed I cut em off and it's that All my connects get attatched Reason with me or I'm past Jeezy with me in the back (Back back) Move with precision I move like a surgeon (Surgeon) Came with a Turkish I came with a Persian (Persian) See me at home It's a whole nother version (Version) Zizou the man in the crib He observing (Observing) Bitches is sketchy I'm drawin the curtains (Curtains) Too many euros I had to convert it (Vert it) Too many feelings I had to reverse it (Verse it) Long as I woke up I still got a purpose (Ish) I'm up in the sky gotta lower the dose She heard that I rap Now she wanna know more (What?) Baby a model I told her to pose (Yessir) You crossin the line then you payin a toll (Go on) Get it n go He driving I roll (Let's go) I'm keepin it low I'm in the zone Don't wanna be home I'm sick of the tone Good on my own We coulda been 4 (Foshoooo)
Writer(s): Ziyad Assal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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