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Correct Move That Dope / Nextel Chirp / Let Your Hair Blow Lyrics
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Childish Gambino
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Correct Move That Dope / Nextel Chirp / Let Your Hair Blow
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(feat. Young Scooter) [Part 1: Move That Dope] [Verse 1] Whippin' the Lam', whippin' and grippin' the Lam' Niggas like 'Bino the man, I was like damn I was allergic to not makin' money, the timing was perfect They used to not pay him no never mind Niggas these numbers don't ever lie Fuck wit' your boy like a pedophile Damn I'm fly, I'm so high I might need a spaceship I'm on acid, this bitch is basic We them niggas y'all love to hate on But when you see us y'all never say shit Conversation, I'm in that, top 5, I'm in rap Pussy niggas, y'all say shit and don't do shit Flew your girl to Saint Lucia Oh, these niggas are not from Atlanta, these niggas are not from Atlanta Cause I'm from Atlanta and we would just handle it Struggle rap, Canibus Amethyst, my weed purple Rap game, I'm Steve Urkel, Urquelle She want some pics, I'm like "oh well, you better Google search" Money rule my universe Nigga we made it We had the beat and then we heard the verse and said "nigga we hate it" Livin' my life like I'm Jaden (Smith) Tesla the color of Satan (whip) Bitches are mine for the takin' I understand why you hate us [Part 2: Nextel Chirp] [Hook] Nigga don't (DRAMATIC!) Hit me on my Nextel chirp, when you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that nigga got some work Yeah, my cousin used to serve 'em, now he learning how to walk If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before Yeah, you know, uh Nigga don't hit me on my Nextel chirp When you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that nigga got some work Yeah, my cousin used to serve 'em, now he learning how to walk If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before Yeah, you know, uh [Verse 2] Yes I be the man, who you tellin'? Smokin' on that loud, what you smellin'? Cops want a nigga for the sport Hundred dollars, can't afford it Made my momma cry in court Fuck them niggas Fulton County, Cobb County, see the twelve be out See you wit' your friends and break you up cause you hanging out Learn to talk about, what you talkin' 'bout? Never on the phone, had to do it on my own Took a minute, now we on, yeah Scooter got the Street Lottery, that's a classic Cause it be showin' niggas how to be when you passin' That white girl, that white girl, Niykee Heaton, yeah I might girl, I might girl, are you eatin' though? Patience, congratulations, I'm on my A shit I met this dude while on vacation, I didn't say shit When he was talkin' all that bullshit about the nation His daughter, I just gave a facial, my reparations [Bridge] Uh, it's a new black renaissance Uh, all that wack shit they be on Uh, what's the type of shit that they be on Uh, what's the type of shit that they be on [Part 3: Let Your Hair Blow] [Scratches and Rewinds] [Intro: Young Scooter] Let the top down and let your hair blow (x6) You got a perfect body, all natural Body that the superstar lookin' for Hey baby, let's just go for a ride, okay [Hook: Young Scooter] Let the top down and let your hair blow Let the top down and let your hair blow You got a perfect body, all natural Body that the superstar lookin' for Let's ride and let the top down Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down Even in the winter flexin' with the top down [Verse 3: Childish Gambino] Top down, let 'em see a king East side, East side, I'm just bein' me I'm just seein' Gs, I'm just makin' culture I just say the realest shit and hope it don't insult you On stage, yellin' crazy shit I was high but I meant that shit Let it out, gotta vent that shit Play me loud, that's event music I don't swear to God, I just swear to me I don't think there's anything I couldn't be All we know is trust, that's the R O Y A L T Y Please don't ask a king what it's hard to be [Hook: Young Scooter] Let the top down and let your hair blow Let the top down and let your hair blow You got a perfect body, all natural Body that the superstar lookin' for Let's ride and let the top down Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down Even in the winter flexin' with the top down
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