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on the move - vinny radio lyrics

[intro: vinny radio]
uh, triple e’s in the buildin’
it’s p.fish with that sp*ce*age funk for ya
uh, yeah, i brought my n*ggas with me this time though
mac, beedie, fran
before they burn it down though
yo

[verse 1: vinny radio & franchise]
let me spark it, i get it poppin’ like the infantry
first in the muck, man, drop verses of the century
vintage speak symphonies, someone to throw the fist with me
i hit you instantly like an epiphany, you n*ggas sweet
i shine like stones from tiffany’s while these h0m*s glitter
so don’t get injured, b, i know you’re tender
my n*gga, all i lеave is embers, еven simmer in december
all this considered, zero how to spit it in the picture
besides the eastern camp, you know, beedie, fran and young mac miller
the wax k!ller [?]
i’m tryna make it come up though, faster than the shutters close
[?] slice like knives do, hot b*tter though
yo, i come from where the poor be, walls cracked, floors creak
tryna throw the poor [?] 4d
miles per hour more thrillin’ than an ounce of powder through the nostrils
life looks nice through my goggles, right? (uh)
[verse 2: franchise]
smooth like goldie, move like a og
cruisin’ to some oldies, music i feel [?]
some of the illest lyricists clearin’ the [?]
[?] the air drums of hatin’ n*ggas who ain’t hearin’ it
big boy talk, it’s miraculous through your speaker box
east end keep enough flame to come and heat the spot
give ’em an offer that they can’t refuse
either they stick with what’s real or these lames get moved
brains get bruised when me and vin is jumpin’ out the radio
crazy flow blazin’ phones ’til every radio play me though
we came to get that real quota with the ill spoken
still chokin’ wack mcs and leavin’ deals broken
verbally burnin’ beats, every track get a third degree
so you cold spitters ain’t never ever hurtin’ me
or hurtin’ we ’cause the squad bring chaos
stick with your day job or else you n*ggas gettin’ laid off

[chorus: vinny radio]
y’all ain’t got no choice, so pay attention to the movement
big spliffs and this piff we smokin’ foolish
too sick, soon get too rich (east end gon’ blow)
i divide my riches for the n*ggas that i’m cool with
keep it movin’ for them n*ggas on that bullsh*t
too sick, soon get too rich (east end get dough)
[verse 3: beedie & mac miller]
[?] i stay on the map [?] (chyeah)
i got haters everywhere so i don’t sit on the ave. (uh*huh)
i just keep goin’ hard, take a sip of my flask and eat cake fast
man, this drought kickin’ my ass, but i’m a [?]
i do it all for the almighty
dollars at your crib while you shoppin’ at the mall, but (yeah)
you still rockin’ fubu too
me and my dudes ain’t concerned with your doo*doo crew (haha)
a couple bricks, yeah, i move those through (i do)
i’m tryna get my cake fat asap like a sumo do
ooh (ooh), i got punchlines galore
and plus metaphors that’ll punch minds into the floor
you better think before you get into war, there’s no turnin’ back (back)
you got ten on a [?], we can burn a sack (sack)
here’s a shout to them haters ’cause they love us (uh*huh)
you know you can’t touch us, motherf*ckers, love ya (look, uh)

[verse 4: mac miller]
yeah, this beat look tasty, boy, it’s dinner time
me and vin skip the start, we been sittin’ at the finish line (uh*huh)
hoes love me ’cause the boy be stayin’ in they mind
they keep my songs playin’ and rewind
finna shine, i’m the north star (north star), cop a sports car
find me posted up, drinkin’ where the wh0res are (uh*huh)
i’m nothin’ that you’ve seen in a while (nah)
runnin’ wild, live free with a smile
like givin’ car keys to a child or a toddler
boy, my style so proper (proper)
straight posture, hip*hop etiquette
burnin’ bush, smokin’ up these presidents
they can’t f*ck with the intelligence (uh*uh)
i’m a smart guy, t.j. henderson
all about the benjamins, livin’ outstandin’
fallin’ through the air, never planned on landin’ (uh*uh)
she want her p*ssy ate, b*tch, i don’t eat fish
‘less it’s a beat by p.fish (haha)
got the synagogues screamin’ out, “jesus”
triple e’s, motherf*cker, believe this (haha)
[chorus: vinny radio]
y’all ain’t got no choice, so pay attention to the movement
big spliffs and this piff we smokin’ foolish
too sick, soon get too rich (east end gon’ blow)
i divide my riches for the n*ggas that i’m cool with
keep it movin’ for them n*ggas on that bullsh*t
too sick, soon get too rich (east end get dough)

- vinny radio lyrics

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