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letra de watch how you move (radio edit) - fla toot

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[intro]
(ayy, low, we goin’ way, way, way up)

[chorus]
watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these —- hungry, man, they really tryna eat (they tryna eat)
watch who you —- ’cause these —- ain’t sweet (they ain’t sweet)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
yeah, watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these —- hungry, man, they really tryna eat
watch who you —- ’cause these —- ain’t sweet (yeah)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)

[verse 1]
vacuum seal ’em up, yes, i keep that heater tucked
she tuggin’ at my zipper, bruh, she still can’t get enough (d-mn)
yes, she gon’ —-, then i’m gon’ —-
i know some —- bangin’, bruh, they really twist them fingers up
i stay armed and dangerous and i’ll never change it, bruh (never)
what she starin’ at me for, for what? ’cause i don’t want the —- (never)
—-, i heard about you though, they say that you be cuttin’ throats
—-, you won’t set me up, on top of that, i know you’re broke
i got me a couple spots, she know i gotta stash it though
the fiends lean and rock with it, yeah, the dope’ll take their soul (godd-mn)
i started from the bottom with it, i only had one ‘bowl (climbin’ up)
don’t you pull up to my trap unless you spendin’ dough (bread)
[chorus]
watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these —- hungry, man, they really tryna eat (they tryna eat)
watch who you —- ’cause these —- ain’t sweet (they ain’t sweet)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
yeah, watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these —- hungry, man, they really tryna eat
watch who you —- ’cause these —- ain’t sweet (yeah)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)

[verse 2]
what he talkin’ ’bout? it ain’t money, it don’t make sense
ar-15s, big boy dracs, we really got them sticks
all that d-mn dissin’, all that cappin’, it’ll get you k!lled
i got good aim, i don’t miss, i really got them sk!lls (yeah, i got ’em)
i know you heard lil’ buddy snitchin’, yeah, he a —- pig (pig)
but what’s so funny, lame ass —- keep hangin’ with him (y’all lame)
y’all —- dumb, pick up a gun, —- k!ll yourself (pow, pow)
streets —- up, snitches gettin’ condoned everywhere (what the —-)
this some real spit, in this cold world, —- ain’t fair (nah)
—- on fire, it’s so hot, be ready to take it there
i stay in the ac, on god, i keep it cold
big ass pistol, man, i can’t even fit in my clothes

[chorus]
watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these —- hungry, man, they really tryna eat (they tryna eat)
watch who you —- ’cause these —- ain’t sweet (they ain’t sweet)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)
yeah, watch how you move when you movin’ in these streets
yeah, these —- hungry, man, they really tryna eat
watch who you —- ’cause these —- ain’t sweet (yeah)
when you out in traffic, yeah, you better have that heat (skrrt, skrrt)

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