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letra de make a move - kasire

(intro)
this sh-t sounds beautiful, no for real bro
type sh-t
yeah, yeah

(pre-chorus)
shawty tell me what we is and what we ain’t
i admit that i’ve been going through some things
feeling stressed but i could pull a few strings, yeah
for you

(chorus)
shawty tell me what we are and what we ain’t, cause i’ve been through
all these b-tches loving me, but i’m only loving you
and when i’m in the cut, with my gang, i got a semi too
clutching on that steel, them .45’s, they filled with hollows boo
i’m sorry if i cannot do that or do this
my hands are tied, and i have to be ruthless
i gave my heart to a b-tch, she left mе cold with high risk
and now i’m chasing h-lla’ dreams, with a stick on my hip, yeah

(vеrse)
i hope you don’t feel like i’m putting you last bae
i bought a whip, 120 up on the dash, aye
i’ll stop the world just so you don’t get passed bae
i’m trynna’ win, what the f-ck is a last place
what would you do, if i’m in the room, baby make a move
i know what you wanna do
matching jimmy choo’s
ex-boyfriend on channel 2, he up on the news
every person trynna’ touch you can get hit up too, yeah

you get it too yeah
hold up, you get it too
b-tch, you get it too yeah
you yeah, yeah, you yeah

i keep that ammo
customized blammer, i know you see the camo
we some real steppers it can be a lot to handle
you boys smell like fish, ya’ll should probably light a candle
huh, yeah, b-tch

(bridge)
my-my-my life moving too fast, i can’t slow down
i don’t think you p-ssy-boys want it now
once we pass the signal, we gon’ gun you down
this ain’t a runaround, please don’t play around
my-my-my life moving too fast, i can’t slow down
i don’t think you p-ssy-boys want it now
once we pass the signal, we gon’ gun you down
this ain’t a runaround, please don’t play around
(chorus)
shawty tell me what we are and what we ain’t, cause i’ve been through
all these b-tches loving me, but i’m only loving you
and when i’m in the cut, with my gang, i got a semi too
clutching on that steel, them .45’s, they filled with hollows boo
i’m sorry if i cannot do that or do this
my hands are tied, and i have to be ruthless
i gave my heart to a b-tch, she left me cold with high risk
and now i’m chasing h-lla’ dreams, with a stick on my hip, yeah

- kasire

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