b*tch Move lyrics

b*tch Move



Intro chorus:



b*tch move
b*tch, b*tch
b*tch move
n*gga move, b*tch
Yeah, she know what to do
I'm that f*cking dude
I might act a fool
Yeah, I might act a fool



Intro:


Free X n*gga
Pipe up
b*tch
Yah yah, move
b*tch move
n*gga move
b*tch, b*tch b*tch b*tch



Verse 1:



Say, where my mother f*cking ill n*ggas? Pop a pill n*gga. We don't squeal, we Keep it real, you ain't in the field n*gga. This b*tch tryna make a film, came over to chill with her. Mother f*ck yo record deal, yeah that's how I feel n*gga (f*ck f*ck f*ck). Ray bands on my face, aye
f*ck hoes, I get paid yah. Ya boyfriend he a lame, yeah. Shawty come on my way. Get to the fetti, pockets they heavy, my hoe look like Betty Boo
(Hmm) She gave me kisses, she gave me hickeys, she gave me Becky too
(Ou) f*ck that chill sh*t n*gga turn up. (n*gga pipe the f*ck up)
We ain't sober n*gga burn up. f*ck with me and it's a murda. The illest n*gga that you heard of. I be flexing heavyweight. But my pockets out of shape. Hottest n*gga, no debate. Aye, turn up. Aye, yeah


Chorus:



b*tch move
b*tch, b*tch
b*tch move
n*gga move, b*tch
Yeah, she know what to do
I'm that f*cking dude
I might act a fool
Yeah, I might act a fool



Outro:



b*tch move, out my way. Out my way (x2)
n*gga move, out my face. Out my face. (x2)
Yeah