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moving weight - dave east lyrics

uh huh
(gotta move a eighth)
gotta be the one
(straight outta harlem)
east side
yea
like i’m losing weight uh (harlem)
feel like i’m losing weight..uh uh
(scream jones!!!)

(verse 1)
why it feel like i’m losing weight
i ain’t got no money tryna move a eigth
i seen em 8 b*lls get copped without a badge
blue and red lights in my rear view i gotta mash (vrrrmm)
potato in front of the gun like i got it mashed
a lot of kick in my future never forgot my past
copping bags for side b*tches wifey get vacations in the sand
strong arm robbery put that cake in my hand
no bandwagon
thirty on me it got my pants sagging (thirty)
dave east even your man blasting
i used to scam cabbage
taking trips i’m tryna land in paris
the best man without going to my man marriage (i’m the best)
dancing with the devil know my steps (know ’em)
i’m not q i got the juice i feel like omar epps
ask me for four features i need four more cheques
surprised my hair not grey i don’t need no more stress
started with ten homies i got four more left
talking with the grim reaper told him show my death
wanna see
how i go to my maker off hennessy
probably smoking a acre with different women and flavours
’04 i was tryna match my fitted with gators
made the news every week my n*ggas still in em papers
set up shop down in atlanta n*ggas still in decatur
you out of date but love tricking b*tches ask you for favors
even though you shed cheese you can never be greater
it was 2011 n*gga still had a pager
i like ripped up denim
dominican women, a couple bricks stuffed in em (kilo)
same n*gga from b building tryna touch millions (east side)
f*ck feelings sh*t i’m investing in plush buildings
central park penthouse
a game of bowling i’m tryna knock all of her friends down
these little boys making noise but this how men sound
i’m in a league all by myself
n*ggas could bleed all by theyself
it makes no difference
i’m in the v all by myself
lighting up trees all by myself
blink and you might listen
thinking of award shows got me ignoring hoes
i’m getting money
like sonny you just collusional
this ain’t no bronx tale i watched em overdose
heroin from taiwan that overflow
frank lucas inspired that nicki bonds hustle
was motivated seeing mom’s hustle
consignment kept me afloat
i was getting it all floral muscle
i had the black and blue jordan 8 taco bubble
uhh reebok pumps in my vuitton duffle
i got my piece
but i come in peace
me don’t want trouble ( me don’t want trouble)
a b*tch could never love you like your mom’s love you (never!)
i leave the presidential on while i arm wrestle..
(chorus)
( why it feel like i’m losing weight
if i ain’t got no money i got to move a eighth
my life based upon what imma do today
take my mom’s move away
georgetown coloured whip cop it blue and grey
eh, a hundred bricks we can move today
dead serious
them games n*gga you could play
do it for my mother and son
in love with my gun
hottest n*gga under the sun ) x 2
yea!!

- dave east lyrics

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