Lyrics:
Yeah, keeping it old school
You know what it is
Bro I'm high as fuck
But I'm chillen ain't simpin about a girl she know wassup
Always gotta keep it
You don’t wanna move. I get it
Goals different. In truth, I get it
Stressed out by your work and your school and I get it but it’s swallowing
from hell until it's frozen over, I'm supposed to scold ya
I'm no joke, you think you next, I postpone it
I Post Malone ya, close ya throat and choke ya
moves
They call me big stepper
Too many girls
When we get shortage we call stripper
Written by EGWU POSLY
gun to my temple
Crying over instrumentals
Over thinking got me scheming
Man I want you back
My haters coming to attack
I'm praying that you got my back
chess play
It's your move like West Wing
Some next ting like Westworld
No Spice Girl, my best girl
[?]
You can blame that good testosterone
Locked inside
hate a buster 'less his name is Busta Rhymes
So check the way my mind moves over times and grooves
Got some money to blow, wonder why I wanna know
to you
But baby I'm on tour, I'm on the move
Still with it by my side, you on like glue
And girl I want you to take it off, yeah
Baby girl I'll never break
Konvict, Zion, baby
I love the way she moves, I see the way she's coming
I wanna rock her body, I know she's waiting for me
I love the way she
knew the truth
Sayin you’re playing me
And you’ve got a few
Other girls on side
Waiting for you to
Make your move
Don’t you ever change your ways?
I
Shown improvement
Just a shame that can't nobody make me
Day by day
Little by little by little by little I climb
Little by little by little by little I
you should laugh, 'cause you my better half
And these girls just fightin' over the rest of me (come on)
Right now it feels so crazy
I know she just
step into the sunshine
Passenger side with your seat recline
If you need break girl we make time (Woah)
Slow down slow down, don't move too fast
Know
the groove get in there, there, right there
Come on, shake
Like you know you got something to prove baby mama
Move like the groove's taking over you make
and you
And now we all over the world
We go to London just to hold hands
And then we go to Amsterdam
Slow dance
We pulling up in Singapore
Romance
Just me
to the left, to the right, my girl
Baby girl, this is tactical
Can you handle it, handle
Can you follow the instructions
Move to the left, to the right, my girl
him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky
him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
Mjg is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky
wear it for me
The Don, the K, the E, the V
O' the Won, wisdom over-rides negativity
Positively we can make maybe I won't maybe I will (Will)
Make me
Roller skate nigga' watch a gangster take niggas
Take off, break niggas down, break niggas trample and shake niggas
Over turf, earthquake niggas
Move
send it like
I want your girl
Look he ain't got it
Don't treat you like he want it
I swear I'm finna make a move and stop talking
And there ain't nothing
right)
Girl, get your pretty self over here, gimme them cookies
Toot that thang up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop lock it for me, girl, get low
right)
Girl, get your pretty self over here, gimme them cookies
Toot that thang up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop lock it for me, girl, get low
Verse 1 Turn it around, let the story begin again.
Leave it behind, start over anew.
Time to move on in the other direction, and
There’s a new day
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