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makin' moves - dhd lyrics

tryna group me with these rappers but there ain’t no comparison
honestly the thought that you could do that’s simply embarrassin’
call me c*cky and arrogant
yeah that’s prolly the narrative
do not give a f*ck, cause every beat i’ma bury it
they gone try to take my style but that is not your inheritance
try to imitate my voice, you gone f*ck up your larynx
not the smartest experiment, i would recommend sparin’ it
sonin’ these rappers like i took classes in parentin’
got my vision and it’s clear, ya’ll might need some claritan
b*tch i’m tryna get ahead, what your head got some air in it
yo b*tch give me head, blow my d*ck like a clarinet
man i listened to your sh*t, it’s apparent no care in it
got my b*lls and my word, make your sh*t look ovarian
man it’s money over b*tches ain’t a hoe that i’m marryin’
crashing my whip, then i bought a new chariot
i’m just way too f*ckin’ different and my thoughts are vicarious
i’m the most hated and the most loved
cause in my city they don’t show love
they just want to take my spot
tell em give it everything they got cause
i ain’t letting up no time soon
better get with it or you’re gunna get removed
this is, my time and i’m gunna shine through
anybody closing blinds on my moves
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
makin’ moves in this b*tch
makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
makin’ moves in this b*tch
makin’ moves in this b*tch

i’m makin’ moves, i’m makin’ moves
i’m makin’ moves for this motherf*ckin’ money
makin’ moves, i’m makin’ moves
i’m makin’ moves for this motherf*ckin’ money dog
i’m makin’ moves, i’m makin’ moves
i’m makin’ moves for my motherf*ckin’ city
makin’ moves, i’m makin’ moves
i’m makin’ moves for my motherf*ckin’ city dog

makin’ moves like i can’t sit still in my seat
these are shoes that you can’t fit, ill on a beat
pop a pill cause you ain’t sick, real with this heat
this a microphone you can’t grip
after i’m done with it
it’s over, it’s f*cked, finished
you better off unpluggin’ the sh*t, you dumb b*tches
you can’t handle this weight, if you attempted to run with it
you stumble and fumble your words tryna come with it
but me
i f*ckin’ bring it every single solitary time
i rhyme, these lines, are one of a kind
i’m a dime a dozen, if i said that i’d be f*ckin’ lyin’
took the flow that i started with, turned the water to wine
promise you want no part in this, cuz you’re not going hard as this
took my heart and my passion and put it all in my grind
made it through all the darkest sh*t
take you through what an artist is
if you wanna be part of this, take a look in my mind
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
makin’ moves in this b*tch
makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
i’m still makin’ moves in this b*tch
makin’ moves in this b*tch
makin’ moves in this b*tch

- dhd lyrics

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