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letra de moving up - paperboys

for so long that things have been out of my reach,
but now i’ve learned the game and i’m playing for keeps,
yoou-hooou
yoou hooou
it’s the philosophies of possible cheese,
let’s get some profit’s from these prophecies,
swapping some g’s for dvd’s, oversees properties,
making sure the vocals dropping on the keys properly,
get it popping in this monopoly,
n-body stopping me, cause my mission is set,
ain’t got no listeners yet,
peep the ignition, cannabis in effect,
missing respect, my position is set, and the conditions reflect
my coalitions when we p-ss on c-ssettes,
yo i ain’t dissing but yo’re slack, folks are falling for cr-p,
you can’t be serious, you call that rap? sure that’s fat?
i bought it but i brought it back, i can’t afford a supporter-cap,
run recorders till the mortar cracks, making daugters clap,
game like a quarterback, with portable facts,
vagabond in orbital laps, absorbing the map,
we moving till we on top
getting my sh-t from the p-wn shop
as soon as this f-cking song drops.
and we’re moving on up, it’s our time to shine,
blasting j’s in your face and we p-ss it round,
now i know you’re hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
i’m like a wolf among sheep, it’s on me i’m hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, i feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.
you’re like an old can of c-ke, buzz already dead.
kleen cut, paperboys, and it’s over your head.
we f-ck making noise, live for dough.
do a free show? how i gon supply my ho?
she is high maitainence, i got five fake friends
talking all nice, but they don’t make sense,
i’ve never seen your face, but you wanna shake hands
it’s all good, got nothing but love for fans.
y’all like beast, use roars and growls, forcing howls.
kleen cut never caused a fowl,
get strict saying f-ck you’s with nouns and vowels.
never loose, so i don’t need towels.
i don’t fold i’m pleased to say,
get home write rhymes that seems to pay.
you know the sh-t’s over when you hear that sound. -huh huh-
we moving up and you just went down.
we’re moving on up, it’s our time to shine,
blasting j’s in your face and we p-ss it round,
now i know you’re hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
i’m like a wolf among sheep, it’s on me i’m hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, i feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.
ey yo, thinking may hurt, don’t do to much of it.
i’m kleen cut, that’s who you f-cking with.
crunk it up, y’all know y’all loving it.
you know what? what you got, you’re struck with it.
yeah, you ain’t gon change at all,
while i just got better, new name and all:
they call me sharpshooter, kleen-eastwood, j-letter.
nice flow, who the f-ck sounds better?
sh-t i’m spelling to cross elements, yelling like lost elephants,
sell’em some force, tell’em of course we floss elegance,
meddle with boss-pelicans, secret intelligence
and i dwell on my tours relevance, creeping through settlements,
and i’m peeping on sleeping residents, wake’em up
whoever’s fronting, tape him shut,
keep’em jumping, show them how to make a cut.
these haters are fake as f-ck, got no problem burning my bridges,
they better chill before we turn’em religious,
i ain’t earning no digits, ain’t a happy man, still i’m making it happen
the capitan, killing tracks in front of clapping fans,
rappers like a factory brand, we ship’em back to japan,
they can’t f-ck with this immaculate scam!
we’re moving on up, it’s our time to shine,
blasting j’s in your face and we p-ss it round,
now i know you’re hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
i’m like a wolf among sheep, it’s on me i’m hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, i feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.
we’re moving on up, it’s our time to shine,
blasting j’s in your face and we p-ss it round,
now i know you’re hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
i’m like a wolf among sheep, it’s on me i’m hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, i feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.

- paperboys

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