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letra de motion (remix) - icewear vezzo

[intro]
(yarri)

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
multi-million-dollar n-gga, stood on business, ’bout to suit up
i dropped thirty every shoot out, gon’ tear the roof out
got my paperwork, read it twice, lil’ n-gga, who hot?
politickin’ in the feds, did some time for a lil’ oohwop
baby mama said i’m crazy, son think i’m the sh-t
i went platinum in the streets, was wrappin’ bricks, this b-tch a hit
half a book of yams full of flakes, look like grits
you ain’t never shot no bl!ck, the only thing you bust is wrist
pill-poppin’ demon, syrup-sippin’ goon
yeah, i don’t make music for the rappers, i make luxury chopper music
rainin’ off the shrooms, got her p-ssy poppin’ to it
40 in my nike hoodie, countin’ blues off them roxies movin’
jump on 75-south, three hours max
to ohio just to sell whole zips of ice and double back
hundred jars of pills, different colors, triple stacks
told lil’ bro to get some map, b-tch, how you rollin’ on them flats?
got two choppers by the pedal, dese’ in my waistline
keep it movin’, heard them p-ssy n-ggas tellin’ through the grapevine
dog sh-t every day, wan’ go to war, they put some pape’ down
stack of forgis on the maybach 62, i call it 8 mile

[chorus: icewear vezzo & babyface ray]
hmm, ooh, motion
motion
we havin’ motion (f-ck a n-gga talkin’ ’bout? mob)
ooh, motion
[verse 2: babyface ray]
i want all blue hundreds (blue), pink fifties (fft)
i told her, “f-ck me, girl don’t kiss me,” ain’t that type of n-gga (for real)
i’ll give you thirty every head you wipe out the picture (man, f-ck them n-ggas)
me and g blowin’ bags, we the 76ers (me and gt)
ayy, you the type to switch your face up for a picture, a gangster image (haha)
and these the n-ggas that i hate ’cause i be with some k!llers (i hate these n-ggas)
clean laugh, you gettin’ money, n-gga play, then it get serious (real)
gettin’ that check exposin’ n-ggas, once they get it, they get weird (they get weird)
told security, got ’em ropin’ off the section, can’t get near me (nah)
i’m performin’, i got b-tches in my section gettin’ litty (gettin’ litty)
i took a ten to ace of spades just to blow like what’s the diddy? (blow the bag)
we the first ones with some motion, motion gang, ask them n-ggas, naw for real (ask them n-ggas)

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
huh, yeah, motion (on god)
motion
uh, we havin’ motion
ooh, motion, b-tch

- icewear vezzo

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