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move heavy - g.t. lyrics

[intro]
(lacedbystace)

[verse 1: babyface ray & g.t.]
multi*color chanels walkin’ out of jeffreys
my n*gga g still trappin’ like we ain’t heavy
i just got off a plane from cali, b*tch, i stay ready
right now i’m in the white house like i go f*ck with skeddy
fairfax, new supreme coat look like a f*ckin’ pelle
melrose, smokin’ good dope, we don’t f*ck with larry
6 mile and wyo’, had to serve him up at lou’s deli
and if i come across 8 mile, you gotta throw me extra
fishscale all across my sweater
and i ain’t goin’ for anything ’cause they taught me bettter

[verse 2: g.t.]
ayy, they threw them b*tches in the air, you know we catch ’em
only live by one code, don’t fold under pressure
out in hollywood throwin’ shots back, we on the rooftop
the b*tch got on the gucci slides and the gucci tube socks

[verse 3: babyface ray]
the lean game gettin’ watered down, but the blues not
gotta play it cool, they put whatever on that food now
out in vegas at the fight like i’m 2pac
n*ggas gettin’ small bread, that’s a crouton
that mia merch come with coupons
if you come get a whole, you get two now
[verse 4: g.t.]
the clip died, n*gga, i swear we hit it two times
playin’ a game at the spot, chillin’ on the futon
i’m up at 7 a.m., but they come at 9
back when i was sellin’ diamonds, you couldn’t come with nine

[verse 5: veeze]
we be smokin’ ether like we f*ck with nas
when we in this gun work, better not come with knives
you can run away, but they gon’ touch your spine
“veeze, you the g.o.a.t.,” yeah, i get that sh*t all the time
g plugged out west, but he don’t wear chucks
two zips of this, it cost a pair of buffs
lb don’t like when n*ggas stare at us
i can’t cuff no b*tch, i just don’t care enough

[verse 6: babyface ray]
you can’t get the pack from me, dawg, ’cause you don’t pay enough
keep it honest, you gon’ keep it solid or you gon’ say it’s us?
n*gga, this gelato, this ain’t purple punch
forty*one the strand, rollie forty bucks

[verse 7: g.t.]
flyin’ down the 105, pourin’ up
brody say he need a ‘bow of runtz, i got it pullin’ up
they think we in milwaukee, all they see is bucks
i’m chillin’, sippin’ coffee, talkin’ with the plug
you thinkin’ ’bout a bag, i’m thinkin’ ’bout some trucks
i’m thinkin’ ’bout them tons, you just a runner*up

- g t lyrics

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