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motion (remix) - c stunna, l.o.e. shimmy & wizz havin lyrics

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yo, yo beats be actually really hard

[hook]
i don’t know what these n*ggas rappin’ ‘bout, but it ain’t motion
the only time i call this b*tch phone, to get her face open
when we peep, we sleepin’ on the beat, that’s when we lay on ‘em
you a runner’s runner, come around you might get a promotion
hoe screenshottin’, so i hit him on my dawg’s insta
why you actin’ boujee, b*tch, you workin’ at a call center
throwin’ out assists, you my n*gga, i’ma ball wit’ ya
you ain’t from the hood if you ain’t ever knuckle up on central
[verse 1: c stunna]
yeah i love my glizzy, i don’t f*ck wit’ tricks, like pusha t
yeah, i’m homeless if they say my favourite eater for thе streets
sh*t cutthroat for real, ain’t no friends in thesе streets
man, this money’ll have a n*gga wack his daddy like tariq
cook a slip up, and f*ck around and had a bank twerkin’
he ain’t plugged in wit’ the sauce, got him when it ain’t workin’
if you bring me three custos, that’s ‘bout six verses
yeah your p*ssy mk, you ain’t gettin’ no birkin

[hook: c stunna & wizz havinn]
i don’t know what these n*ggas rappin’ ‘bout, but it ain’t motion
the only time i call this b*tch phone, to get her face open
when we peep, we sleepin’ on the beat, that’s when we lay on ‘em
you a runner’s runner, come around you might get a promotion
hoe screenshottin, so i hit him on my dawg’s insta
why you actin’ boujee, b*tch, you workin’ at a call center (why you do it man)
throwin’ out assists, you my n*gga, i’ma ball wit’ ya (n*gga)
you ain’t from the hood if you ain’t ever knuckle up on central (n*gga, uh)

[verse 2: wizz havinn]
how the f*ck you sayin’ you a trap n*gga, you ain’t flip a bowl (how the f*ck)
you ain’t really have a motion, n*gga, you can’t get it goin’ ()
i can really do a dime a day, that’s on any phone (that’s on all phones n*gga)
all these n*ggas do is cap, what they really on? (what they on?)
yea, i’on know what these n*ggas be ‘bout (uh uh)
where i’m from n*gga, all we f*ckin’ do is beat pot (uh uh uh uh)
pull up in a foreign, i remember i used to key lock
got a n*gga b*tch at the spot, finna beat her down
[hook: c stunna]
i don’t know what these n*ggas rappin’ ‘bout, but it ain’t motion (finna, n*gga, uh)
the only time i caught this b*tch phone, it get her face open
when we peep, we sleepin’ on the beat, that’s when we lay on ‘em
you a runners’ runner, come around you might get a promotion
hoe screenshot it, so i hit him on my dawgs insta
why you actin’ boujee, b*tch, you workin’ at a call centre
throwin’ out at six, you my n*gga, i’ma ball wit’ ya
you ain’t from the hood if you ain’t ever knuckle up on central

[verse 3: loe shimmy]
yea, n*ggas broke as f*ck and showin’ racks, want me to throw a band (on god)
i’ma f*ck her mouth and give her back because she know i’m that (know i’m that)
i’ma cash ‘em out, and dub his ass, hit collect that hat
cmon, lets run it back, run out of percs, i drink a 100 packs
n*ggas talk ’bout motion, 100 ps a week, jus’ check the stats
i’ma wack your flow and throw it back, i keep a runnin’ loud stack (loud stack)
i can smack in offence, i’m on ig, tryin’ to keep on task (on task)
uh, i keep on poppin’ perc 10s and 20s, till i’m faded (i’m gone)
ain’t tryna f*ck b*tch, count this money, trap out to this rate it (count this money b*tch)
i can tell the plug float me a hunnid, b*tch my fence still gated (i can)
this sh*t on my wrist cost me a 20, n*ggas rockin’ plated (blaow)
p*ssy, uh, i got highs and lows, jus’ check my drip, givenchy hit the two (on gang)
lil’ b*tch say she love it, how i flow, got bitings on my pole (phhhh)
blowin’ up, can’t post up in the trap, i’d rather flood the [?]
turned my heart so cold up in these streets b*tch i’m tryna take a soul (yeaa)
yea

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