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Crowd Move ft. SupaMeek Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
They are crazy, they are crazy, they are crazy
Flight shit
YSB
Smell like gas
Steppin' with my cousin, Cosby Summers, Lil Meech
Wanna love you right, but really got some scars I can't delete
Couldn't sleep, shit I seen had me in a different time zone
Fifteen hundred made off a twenty dollar cell phone
Send it to my niggas up the road, kept it ten toes
Never been break, fold, silent since the gate closed
Bitch niggas, I hate those
Say it with your chest so I can push a Adam's apple through your neck
Gon' die by my wrist fit
Gotta get a milli, tell my momma nothin' less
Pressin' with that knock
Ain't no cop in them street purkin' shit
Tappin' with the sauce
I'm gon' show you what to do with that
Bitch, please, run it up and stack it
I'm a fiend, roll my pockets flat
Favorite thing to act is what you need
Flat the scene, got in traffic
Number grippin' on that plastic
I'm a motion picture, better get a walkin' caption
Pissed off for some years, but I can't crash
Cause I'm the captain of this flight, shit
Y'all ain't really gang, just retight shit
Tight shit, feelin' like I'm Blade when the night hit
She hit my phone like, where you at
What you doin'
Won't say that she a hoe
Only easily in floors
She don't know the shit she doin'
She just easily in floors
Flight shit
Flight shit
Rapper weed, bae this shit, cost 300 ounce
In and out, boys get my nut, then I'm finna bounce
Two men up, got me feelin' like I'm Peezy now
Play her ass, nigga, so I get a hoe runnin' around
Big body Benz with two hoes, got me lane switchin'
Never sold my soul, why you think nigga independent
Big dawg status, bitch, you see it in my DNA
Gettin' to these chips like I work at Frito-Lay
Fucked around went to the club and fell in love with a stripper
Shawty asked if I'm a star, I told her, yeah, the Big Dipper
Ever since I was a jitt, I swear I been that nigga
Redbone, ass fat, I'ma call ass Clifford
You niggas are broke in real life, you can't compare to me
LeBron shit, 20 year goat yall hoes rookies
Bougie bitch, and she brought a friend call dat a two-piece
Flexin' on my ass, bitch, like, hoe, you don't even know me
Bougie bitch, maybach in the curse, Puffing
Zooties
Red carpet, RC gettin' lit, I ain't switch
When I bitch, you with the semi, make you twitch
I ain't rich, nigga, make a pussy lie, thanks to Twitch
Switch, switch, it's a blowout, we best go to game point
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I been quiet, fuck it, spit your mind, go on, huh
Standin' in the shower, make the tears come down smooth
Had to learn that they gon' click up on you, make the crowd move
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha