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Correct Keep It Movin' Lyrics
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Correct Keep It Movin'
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We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out) We like to bang out (We like to bang out) And keep it movin' (We keep it movin' yo) We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out) We like to bang out (We like to bang out) And keep it movin' (We keep it movin' yo) It's all about money, weed, gunz and drugz Skins and thugz, fake pounds and hugs Fast cars, penthouse sweets, eatin' meat Top of the line, ginuwine, rythme over beats Riddin' shotgun, S-class 3 thou Sedan Benzo, playin' Nintendo with my man Flosin', spittin' my game at the bar Tropical, kickin' tall, doll with a parasol Street elegant with a relevant style Check the next chick, push a expo Eddie Bau Executive jet, first class, sip the moet Turn the hands back, three hours on the Rolex East coast to west coast return to the future From Boston to Cali smokin' high times Buddah Ferrar-a, 5-5-0, Maranel-o, yo Lamborghini SV Coupe Deablo Pablo, show me the stash with the cash Or I blast, stain your pro wood frame glass I'm prouder than four point zero, the pan or leer-o 'Cause I can feel the heat Like De Nerio I'm sittin' in the lap of luxury But I'm still spittin' caps for thugz Who be plusly livin comfortbly Cigar handlings be Cuban Made Men keep it movin, all the way to the conclusion We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out) We like to bang out (We like to bang out) And keep it movin' (We keep it movin' yo) Yo, drop the top on the whip Hit the strip load the clip just in case them hatters want trip Tryin' to keep a low profile like parole While I'm bumpin', Sony surround sound Makaveli We urban Made Men, not Italian Gambino Keep blazed, cool Jesus, Ray Bantino Thug niggas elevatin' the art of livin' well What goods a millionaire mind locked in a prison cell Keep it movin', you know the MO or catch a demo On how we flip up the whole fuckin' tempo Mansion up in the hills find a mountain off the main road You drape day, day you never wear the same clothes Iced out medals, usually count fouls To a hundred, up all night gettin' blunted Roll around in a six hundred, on twenty inch nickel Got your wife all on my pickel Backseat swingin' heps up in my jeep The watercraft do a world class cobra retreat That ocean reef, waterfront on the beach She wanna freak in a two piece smellin' on peach Scuba divin' in the blue waters of Aruba Flowin' palaces off the coast of St. Lusia, strap with aluga Credibility street provin', that's why I got to keep it movin' We be the type that like to hang out (We like to hang out) We like to bang out (We like to bang out) And keep it movin' (We keep it movin' yo)
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