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eating
Like fucking Ben Affleck
Getting ready for his third music
Third movie

And I'm still getting in and out
We're weighing nothing
And you still can't

Ha
Yeah
What?
What?
Everybody wanna keep on talking till we lay they mans up in the streets
Everybody wanna be a rapper, but tell them niggas ain't

getting used to
I ain't fuckin with ya, tho I know the Kama Sutra
This style you ain't used to, go head and soak it in
I'm pretty good with words so I'm

can't take me for doofus no
I can't trapped by a groupie hoe
Go missing like Maddie or Lucy
Talking bout missing your money's gone too
Please don't try

talking, all those feelings do me in
Why you doing this, making me believe there's another gift
Right beside this music, there's a love I ain't even sniffed

on a shopping spree, and when I come in first, I'll give the win to

Her, like I'm releasing that movie of Frozen 3, yeah, um, I got a passion for this music
Head

by the side house 
Police surrounded like lower the sound 
Cuz the Music too loud put dis za out

Um pushing p too the way these hoes go go
Um on dat

of fire, producing the music you gotta admire
Aye, wait, can't be involved with the hate
I stay surrounded by greatness I guess you could call it a gate
I go

helmet on but you ain't talking bout nada say you hate my music here's my reply God chose me so that's why I'm a keep hitting em with a variety of jams

See I been up in the rut but I ain't been there enough 
I keep ‘em on they toes with they adrenaline rushin
Yeah They used to hate my music now they

set my self and I'm smackin it
 Flowing straight  from my head, and i ain't talking ejaculate 

clways stood on what I said, but now instead I'm just

outta here yeah
Shawty acting too rare yeah
Shawty been leave 'em on read yeah
Shawty got me out my head yeah
Shawty got me out my yeah
Me and my gang so

Joanlee Feat. NMBRND - ”Move Like We Move"

Written by: Joanlee & NMBRND

INTRO:

Yeah, NMBRND, Joanlee...
This is how it's gon' be...
Let me try

Package on the way, how I know, cause I tracked it
Ridin' high behind tint, getting chewed by the baddest
Niggas, broke we really havin', turn semis

You know what I'm gonna say
Fuck you
Yeah, I said it
Fuck you
And your 80s vintage shoes
Just the other day
Saw you online talking shit about my

Here by circumstance
Imma do my dance
Imma pull my stan (Nanni)
Feel like JoJo 
This shits bizarre yo
Break it down with my flow
Sailing down a river in

brother there by my side Taught him how to steal when a nigga was five
Knee high was i but a nigga really tried To survive in these streets

So a nigga had

of the bills what fashion costing, Fine line that I'm walking in, question is am I profiting, mix drank vodka gin, music to me is like oxygen, no file for kin,

truth
That's what I'm a spit
Had some cannabis dat we grew Now all of Its lit
From da ivy school of music
Just call it Dewitt
In mount clements makin

Stuck with the emotions in my head

I mumble, dumb bow
But even when the moon has witnessed you
Pouring' all the roses in my body
I'm dancing' on top

I'm

fry
Now I'm just focused on music and repping the movement, I'm busy working on a mic
Still getting fucked by the rum in my cup, got me writing so much

what nobody talking bout 
Cause When I went through that pain 
I Felt I did by myself
I know I'm strong now
cnd I know that I don't really need no help

Fuck wasting time and whatever else that I don't got
Copped cold thoughts and not talking hoes on them roadblocks
Wearing no socks with them stone

by the end of the day
Wanna play chicken, put them on a tray
Head on a swivel, yeah that's how I play
Clean your subconscious like dishes
Watch how you