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E-kay - move Lyrics



E-kay - move Lyrics




Why you movin hips for me shawdy
Why you look around
Grab another drink for me shawdy
Tryna buss it down
$20000 in the backseat
Bk in the front
Yea we lookin like a masterpiece
But we on the run
Bitch i know I said this last week
But we number one
And i know i can imagine it
F*cking up the summer
Baby you know that i'm
I'm vanilla
And i keep a toll when i leave cus i kill em
Black and white on my side like a dealer
Hard bitch hard shell armadillo
I keep one piece like i'm jesus
I'm losing my mind find the peace bitch
I dont care what you doing i am feasting
For i hit another shit what you believe in

Duffel bags at corner store
That's my newest drop
20 grams in the the corner bro
Shawdy giving top
Even though i hit the honor roll
Weed stays in the blunt
Even though i get her horny tho
I'm not tryna f*ck
Lil bitch trying hit me trying hit me up
Tryna hit my door like

Hoe i aint even up
Even though i'm up i never let that lil bitch in the door
I'm a slut for the bag i aint sluttin for no whore
Life lessons
U gotta learn it
Respect ain't givin
You gotta earn it
I'm just chillin at the crib man my jane is burning
Designer on me but i aint got no timmy turner
Panda eyes uh
You know i'm geeking
Flying her out every f*cking weekend
Bunch of reasons
Bitch i never keep it decent
Milly on my keys
And i'm not talking bout the freezer
Lil bitch i got no time
She tapping up my phone like its police on the line
Always f*cking pushing
Never f*cking crying
Gotta get good looking
Get it or die tryin
I dont give a f*ck what you believe in brother
I been making plays yea thats on my mother
I been f*cking lit yeah this aint no blunder
Either stay up with the ekay or get pushed right under
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Why you movin hips for me shawdy
Why you look around
Grab another drink for me shawdy
Tryna buss it down
$20000 in the backseat
Bk in the front
Yea we lookin like a masterpiece
But we on the run
Bitch i know I said this last week
But we number one
And i know i can imagine it
F*cking up the summer
Baby you know that i'm
I'm vanilla
And i keep a toll when i leave cus i kill em
Black and white on my side like a dealer
Hard bitch hard shell armadillo
I keep one piece like i'm jesus
I'm losing my mind find the peace bitch
I dont care what you doing i am feasting
For i hit another shit what you believe in

Duffel bags at corner store
That's my newest drop
20 grams in the the corner bro
Shawdy giving top
Even though i hit the honor roll
Weed stays in the blunt
Even though i get her horny tho
I'm not tryna f*ck
Lil bitch trying hit me trying hit me up
Tryna hit my door like

Hoe i aint even up
Even though i'm up i never let that lil bitch in the door
I'm a slut for the bag i aint sluttin for no whore
Life lessons
U gotta learn it
Respect ain't givin
You gotta earn it
I'm just chillin at the crib man my jane is burning
Designer on me but i aint got no timmy turner
Panda eyes uh
You know i'm geeking
Flying her out every f*cking weekend
Bunch of reasons
Bitch i never keep it decent
Milly on my keys
And i'm not talking bout the freezer
Lil bitch i got no time
She tapping up my phone like its police on the line
Always f*cking pushing
Never f*cking crying
Gotta get good looking
Get it or die tryin
I dont give a f*ck what you believe in brother
I been making plays yea thats on my mother
I been f*cking lit yeah this aint no blunder
Either stay up with the ekay or get pushed right under
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Writer: Emerson Hall
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Performed By: E-kay
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Emerson Hall

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