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don't move - kalan.frfr lyrics

[verse 1: kalan.frfr]
yeah, rob a n*gga at the show (d*diego)
don’t n0body move, it’s too much money on the floor (yeah)
i got it in cruise, she tryna suck me in the ghost (yeah)
seen you on your finsta, i better not i be in your posts (yeah)
seen you drinkin’ liquor, i drink lean, we could toast though
ayy, playin’ favorites, i got ice cream, it ain’t cold stone (yeah)
all these f*ckin’ diamonds on my neck, i got cold stones (yeah)
she been callin’, i’ve been actin’ like i ain’t got no phone
ayy, maybach truck poppin’ p*ssy, it’s amazin’
took her out the trap, now she at tootsies in the bas*m*nt
why a n*gga think we ain’t gon’ stomp him to the pavemеnt?
how a n*gga know my name for real and think i’m playin’?
yeah, twеnty*two m’s, they tryna hold me back
yeah, i’m in a ’22 benz but it’s by maybach
and she only got twenty*two friends, man, this b*tch so active
ayy, soon as i get in them dm’s, she gon’ send that addy (yeah, yeah)
ayy, hundred thousand dollars on to get up each and every day
pray to god before i pick up my stick up each and every day
she said i ain’t sh*t ’cause i don’t never use my car play
yeah, all my bracelets cartier
if you got a friend that wanna party, she can party, bae
i got that b*tch wet when i waved it was gnarly, bae
yeah, i put that sh*t on and your n*gga dress so sorry, bae (sorry, bae)

[chorus: kalan.frfr]
yeah, i got this cuban on me
that p*ssy fire, she tryna use it on me (yeah)
i went to my jeweler this week
they said i’m so cool, it’s a cooler on me
yeah, if it’s beef then call your best shooter on me
yeah, a lot of these n*ggas be broke, that’s trash (yeah)
a lot of these n*ggas got hoes but they average
i was just smokin’ in the rolls with a bad b*tch
[verse 2: tay b]
yeah, how the f*ck these n*ggas hit the club with no money on ’em?
how is this your b*tch? she on my d*ck, this is not your woman
they like, “tay, since you got rich, you actin’ funny”
treat my workers like rihanna, “b*tch, you better have my money” (hmm)
huh, divin’ in that p*ssy feel like quicksand (on god)
huh, leanin’ all the time, i need a kickstand (on god)
i don’t dance on tiktok but my wrist dance (on god)
wanna beef with the gang, you need a hitman (on god)
i buy sh*t for my b*tch, she buy sh*t for me (that’s crazy)
huh, broke b*tch, please, rich b*tch me, huh
lil’ n*gga 5’5″, he six feet deep (fah)
sold a couple zips, now he think he big meech
five diamonds links on my neck, still don’t wanna link (what the f*ck?)
i got a pretty loyal b*tch, i still wanna cheat
these n*ggas raised a white flag, i still wanna beef (hmm)
i be riding ’round me and cuz but we like sixty deep
i know you suckin’ mad d*ck, you can’t be kissin’ me (uh*huh)
i’ll k!ll a rapper and his fans, you can’t be dissin’ me (uh*huh)
young n*gga laughin’ to the bank, that sh*t tickle me (hmm)
i don’t know what happened to his body, it’s a mystery (uh)

[chorus: kalan.frfr]
yeah, i got this cuban on me (yeah)
that p*ssy fire, she tryna use it on me (yeah)
i went to my jeweler this week (yeah)
they said i’m so cool, it’s a cooler on me
yeah, if it’s beef then call your best shooter on me (frrt)
yeah, a lot of these n*ggas be broke, that’s trash (yeah)
a lot of these n*ggas got hoes but they average
i was just smokin’ in the rolls with a bad b*tch
[outro: kalan.frfr]
don’t move
’cause you can get stuck in your tracks
all my n*ggas came in strapped
bad b*tch twerkin’ on my lap (don’t move)
bad b*tches twerkin’ in the trap
bad b*tches f*ckin’ for a patek
broke n*ggas tryna make you happy
broke n*gga tryna make you happy (don’t move)
i got what you need, don’t panic
if a n*gga move, get the wraps
if a n*gga move, it’s a wrap
don’t move, ah*ah*ah
don’t move, ah*ah*ah, ooh, ooh*ooh*ooh

- kalan frfr lyrics

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