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letra de movin' two fast - wrekless

[intro: jet 2]
guess we gotta slow it down now
think i’m movin’ too fast for her
think i’m moving too fast

[verse 1: jet 2]
i said i figured i’d try this
hoping they like that
trying to figure where my pride is ’til you came right back
and i figure i’m in need of a little therapy and a good dose of music
so give me a couple months and i’ll be right back
observing life through the sky rise high view
i’m the type of dude to take a climb and a dive too
with a beautiful dime, brown skin and she bomb
as a mine or grenade with a shine like a diamond
pilot, physique got me high as a cloud is
drug, she my heroin but i ain’t amy wine-ing
searching through her treasure chest, heart trying to find it
love double excel at the right time; jet
magazine for her essece i’m a fiend for the girl with the keen instinct
i can call cinderella like i stumbled on her slipper
we might be moving too fast, but i’m sure we’ll crash clean, go

[hook: jet 2, beegee & hitman]
see at first it was too slow
now you say i’m moving too fast for you girl
too fast for you girl (repeat 2x)

[verse 2: beegee]
moving too fast, that’s what you say
girl i gotta go, but you want me to stay
i hate the fact that i love you so much
from the frown when you mad to your sensitive touch
i wanna be with you and everybody know that
you moving too slow and a n-gga can’t take that
when i was moving too slow, you would call me up
but now i’m running things and i rarely even hear your mouth
but that’s your fault
you took a good n-gga and you turned him to salt
i threw it at you and my heart you caught
then you beat the sh-t up; love -ssault
remember? we made a pact
you broke my heart to pieces, i’m just stating the facts
i’m fast paced and you’re holding me back
either step your sh-t up, or move on and that’s that

[hook: jet 2, beegee & hitman]

[verse 3: hitman]
i got a little problem i should deal with
cause not wanting a girl’s like not wanting the millions
crowd full of b-tches, cause hitman in the building
it’s just eleven thirty, “all my children”
make it to my room, a couple texts from some more chicks
they all l.a. high ready like some romans
team face, man all my b-tches doming
and row row your boat in the p-ssy, i’m stroking
in motion, i’mma be amazing
moving too fast, b-tch i’m blazing; cajun
hot on the swag, sunshine probably could date him
line up, but not even a haircut could fade him
trees why i never text back
in the stu with my crew make you fear rap
she pop the head off like a beer cap
girl wanna ride, well mami let me steer that

[hook: jet 2, beegee & hitman]

- wrekless

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