Keep Moving On Lyrics

(Baby you got something in your nose)

I got something in my nose?

The fuck?

Oh, nah, I'm trippin'

You know,

motherfuckers got cheated on

It is what it is, man

You know, "Motion Keep Moving"

Now "Motion Keep Moving On"

Gotta keep that shit moving, man

Keep it player

Not a rapper, nigga

You know, just on this bitch shit talkin'

That's what I do

Run it

I ain't Christopher Columbus, so why the fuck I tried to settle down

I thought I got a square, but wrong shape, cause shorty gets around

Thinking bout all the cuffed black men, I think I let them down

But fuck em!

(Fuck em)

I was carrying that relationship, and now my back tired

Calling her my baby, I should've shut up where's the pacifier

I'll smash the honest bitches, but I think I need the pass liars

If she had a car, I would've left it with the slashed tires

If she say she love you, keep your guard up and your racks higher

If she fiending, check the rubber for a hole, just like a flat tire

And if she cheat, toss her in a bathtub and add her flat iron

And if she kiss a girl that's past the red flag, nigga, that's sirens

A bitch took my bitch,

Wait, wait,

Does that mean I'm a bitch?

I need my gun, like a pitch black room, I need to find the switch

I'm sick of cheating hoes, that shit fucking with my sinuses

Black panther, I know I need a bitch, but I don't know what kind of bitch

With my grown bitch, we go on fancy dates, I'm tasting wine and shit

My young bitch waste my time, catch a attitude, then whine and shit

She run game and get hit, the NFL should sign the bitch

My ex stabbed me in the back, but next time I'll be behind the bitch

(Do you even really like this track?)

Yeah, I like it, but

Damn, this shit fucking with my feelings

And I'm fucking with the drugs

And that shit fucking up my healing

Fuck!

I'ma just talk my shit

I won't trust another bitch till 3089

I hope my next bitch cheat the first day, it'll save me time

If my ex hear this fucking verse, she gon' hate these lines

But I gotta give her that karma, cause she gave me mines

You was fucking with a rich nigga, that's a fact though

Now code word scoliosis,

That mean you back broke

Now she can't call me her nigga, like she Fat Joe

If you ain't get that, that's a Puerto Rican versus black joke

Motion ran his numbers up, and the fucking stats show

I Wonder when Women gon' tell the truth, I need the lasso

I been a hot nigga before Bobby had his hat thrown

My white bitch say BLM, just because her pussy black owned (Damn)

If the bitch loyalty in question, nigga don't grab her

Long distance or next door, that shit don't matter

Seen 2 hoes with hella cake, so I'ma fuck whoever badder (batter)

Ain't have to make a move to hit, cause I'm a bunter, not a batter

She told a fat ass lie, but I don't care, my pockets fatter

This song might make me a milli, let's make sure we got the masters

Shorty begging for forgiveness, told her save it for the pastor

Shorty begging for a callback, you would've thought she was an actor

Gang told me be the bigger person,

(Huh)

Bro I'm 5'8"

Only time I take the high road is on the highway

So I'ma get my get back, that shit running up the crime rate

Like Rat said,

Couple of K's on YouTube and in my bank