MOVE YA FEET! lyrics

[Intro: LyteSpeed]
b*tch, you‘re out of style, yeah, I think you gotta go

[Chorus: LyteSpeed]
Catch a flight to Paris, maybe Monaco
b*tch, you‘re out of style, yeah, I think you gotta go
I been turning up everywhere I f*ckin’ go
Do a line and f*ck your b*tch and then I go and play a show
If you love to f*cking dance, let me see you move your feet
Weak-ass, punk-ass, [?] if I'ma do it in repeat
My proof that will not save you from [?]
If you think that you can hurt me
Watch with all your [?]

[Verse 1: LyteSpeed]
Watch it, then I'll [?] up in my car [?]
If you’re gonna play my music then you better turn it up
Got my swishers and my blunt, baby, I’m the one you love
If you wanna hang out with us, then you better bring some drugs
I just caught a flight to L.A, baby, it was one-way
I just left the studio and now I’m on the runway
See me like, "No way", I've been high the whole day
I just popped another pill and now I’m feeling okay
[?] okay, don't give a f*ck hoes say
I just ran out of weed and it f*cked up my whole day
[Verse 2: Ayesha Erotica]
If my shorty 'bout to cheat on me, then I'm picking the b*tch
Last year I had to pay for molly, this year I got f*ckin’ rich
All you b*tches music wack, these the f*ckin’ Fendi facts
Tryna book shows in my city, gotta pay a tax (I said)
Now we smashin’ faces and we breaking all your gear
And my titties poking out the top, I think I got no fear
Dropped a 20 in my beer, let’s get one thing f*cking clear
If Ayesha wrote that sh*t up in her lyrics then it’s real

[Chorus: LyteSpeed]
Catch a flight to Paris, maybe Monaco
b*tch, you‘re out of style, yeah, I think you gotta go
I been turning up everywhere I f*ckin’ go
Do a line and f*ck your b*tch and then I go and play a show
If you love to f*cking dance, let me see you move your feet
Weak-ass, punk-ass, [?] if I'ma do it in repeat
My proof that will not save you from [?]
If you think that you can hurt me
Watch with all your [?]
(Love to f*cking—, love to f*cking—)

[Verse 3: Petey Plastic]
Put your f*cking phone down, b*tch, I ain’t tryna be in vids
I feel it behind my skull
I’m so fried, my brain is bricked
I’m so high you’d think I’m sick
Never work, I’m turning tricks
Making coin, I'm slanging di*ks
[?] and pay for it
[?] lines up the nose
Maybe I’m just overdosed
Feel so good, I know I'm close
Always tryna do the most
I’m so f*cked I cannot see
Rolling on the ecstasy
Let them say goodbye to me
[?] on the DVD
[Verse 4: Yung Skayda]
[?] I notice I'm what you love
I do not have what you want
I could tell just by your stare
I won’t ever give it up
G-g-girl, I want y-you, you look like danger
She wants my money, s-so I’ma pay her
[?] e-e-empathy
That girl's [?] she just want more dollar
[?] she can't help it, she's just [?]
Baby girl, I’m off the X, hope you don’t mind it
I-I-I read your red flag, it’s too easy to find it

[Chorus: LyteSpeed]
Catch a flight to Paris, maybe Monaco
b*tch, you‘re out of style, yeah, I think you gotta go
I been turning up everywhere I f*ckin’ go
Do a line and f*ck your b*tch and then I go and play a show
If you love to f*cking dance, let me see you move your feet
Weak-ass, punk-ass, [?] if I'ma do it in repeat
My proof that will not save you from [?]
If you think that you can hurt me
Watch with all your [?]

[Outro: LyteSpeed]
(Love to f*cking—, love to f*cking—)
b*tch, you‘re out of style, yeah, I think you gotta go (Love to f*cking dance)
b*tch, you‘re out of style, yeah, I think you gotta go (Love to f*cking dance)
b*tch, you‘re out of style, yeah, I think you gotta go (Love to f*cking dance)
b*tch, you‘re out of style, yeah, I think you gotta go (Love to f*cking dance)
Love to f*cking dance