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move smartr - prettifun lyrics

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[chorus]
need to, uh, move smarter (hehe)
how i made it out of school, i don’t need a scholar
flrrt, flrrt, money in the benz get me farther
doot*doot*doot, seen his tour van then we shot it up
oh, huh, you just gotta move smarter
why you still got my style? baby, i’m the father
huh, all my clothes skinny, b*tch, i’m good and proper
say my name three times, baby, i’ma pop up
pop, huh, huh, pop up
i ain’t never seen you spin sh*t, who your shotta?
huh, what, what you type out? n*gga, nada
yeah, i’m the 6ix god like [?]
i explained to her, uh, yeah
chip, chip, gettin’ to that cheese, uh, pasta
huh, yeah, b*tches don’t believe, you the impostor
huh, yeah, got a b*tch on her knees, shе into wild stuff (yeah)

[verse]
huh, wild, uh, yeah, wild
been sheddin’ somе tears, cause this sh*t took a while
huh, what’s that on my neck? well, a couple thou’
made it to new york off my f*ckin’ sound
not a new artist, b*tch, i been around
two [?] wanna [?] now
f*ck the b*tch, get in, get out
get a brand new [?]
i don’t even got a piece right now
on the beans, lil’ b*tch, you foul
do sh*t, make my brother proud
do this sh*t for the n*ggas that can’t
put you on, why you bitin’ the hand?
tryna run, that’s why you get cramped
i’m the best n*gga in the land
i don’t even know what to do next
get high, [?]
what i’m ’bout to spend out in france
beat the p*ssy like pots and pans
hit it, mix it up
spin it, off a xanny, yeah
you rent it, i done copped it now
huh, yeah, you a tenet, [?]
[chorus]
need to, uh, move smarter
how i made it out of school, i don’t need a scholar
flrrt, flrrt, money in the benz get me farther
doot*doot*doot, seen his tour van then we shot it up
oh, huh, you just gotta move smarter
why you still got my style? baby, i’m the father
huh, all my clothes skinny, b*tch, i’m good and proper
say my name three times, baby, i’ma pop up
pop, huh, huh, pop up
i ain’t never seen you spin sh*t, who your shotta?
huh, what, what you type out? n*gga, nada
yeah, i’m the 6ix god like [?]
i explained to her, uh, yeah
chip, chip, gettin’ to that cheese, uh, pasta
huh, yeah, b*tches don’t believe, you the impostor
huh, yeah, got a b*tch on her knees, she into wild stuff

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