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Move Dope (Explicit) - Roc Marciano/Rahkeim Calief Meyer
Written by：Roc Marciano
It is what it is f**k what it could have been
Read the bulletin you just some sh*t to put some bullets in
Fill the clips you push this in
Look what I did here with a book and pen
Might stomp you leave a gucci footprint
They groom the pimp to berg dorf good man
The handle on the burner wooden
Ni**a ain't no what ifs
It's all real there ain't no other way to put it
Niggas p**sy they don't wanna see us masked up and hooded
Niggas better off sneak dissing
If we was kids I might send you home with ya sneakers missing
Listen b dong leave your b**ch with me she easy pickings
Fo sheezy I do you greasy like Chinese chicken
Smoke blunts back to back wore hunchback
The bag made the bungee cord snap
Pull up the for eigns with my gorgeous a**
My smile's porcelain my hood's a gauntlet
Be like them my sh*t more lit it's orange glowing baby
I'm a say this once and once only
I'm a control freak
I got mind control over freaks
Two hands to secure the mag dog it's on
You just pray we don't cross paths scorch ya a**
Moisture splash on the dash you jackass
I'm just cracking crabs thanks to all the crackheads
Y'all niggas might need a rs
Spray a rs at quasars you was made with a paper heart
The purple haze in a mason jar
What you take me for some waiter with a tablecloth
My sable hang to the floor the velour I wore is made by liz clai borne
Listen baby doll you get what you paid for
Feel like I got a license to move d**e
I feel like I got a license to move d**e
I feel like I got a license to move d**e
Niggas pull the and start spraying sh*t
You don't care who you aim and hit what you an atheist
Maybe its the Ap that lay on the wrist
My leather avi soft as baby sh*t
Cop the range threw the Mercedes in for 80 cent
Move like a kingpin from'86
I'm all covered up with gator and mink
The pump shottie made your body stink I'm linked
There's no honor amongst thieves or camaraderie
Small 2 5's in the sleeve surprisingly
You ain't awake to see them gangstas made of ivory
My three eight's my gangsta id
You can't hide what the naked eye see
Jamaican lady whine for me
Two biscuits like it's time for tea
I'm like ice t times three drop em somewhere to die in peace
Let's set the record straight you date hoes on section 8
My sexual mates they own real estate
I'm everything you niggas ain't
