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WHAT'S DA MOVE? Video (MV)




Performed By: FlexOnDaTrack
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Bryan Diaz




FlexOnDaTrack - WHAT'S DA MOVE? Lyrics
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Wolves run in packs, I run with two
Heard he want some beef, this yoppa moo
Countin' paper, this ain't nothin' new
Bad boy, bitch I break the rules
See me comin' through, make some room
Talk my shit, bitch I gotta point to prove
Walk up in this bitch like "what it do?"
Whatchu tryna get into?
What's the move?
Touch a million, that's the main goal
Candy paint lookin' sweet like a mango
Can't be stopped, that's the way this train rolls
Spittin' these flows to get a big ass bankroll
Breakin' records like a broken record
All this fake jewelry that's a golden effort
I'm a gold collector, do an open gesture
If I open mouth, then that's a golden treasure
Do whatever I want, call it freedom
No make belief, but I make believers
9-millimeter, keep it off the meter
Keep her with me just in case he wanna meet her
I'm sick in the head
Only thing I need is makin' this bread, and slicin' the loaf
I took an oath, and swore under God
That I'd run up a sack and provide for the bros
Wolves run in packs, I run with two
Heard he want some beef, this yoppa moo
Countin' paper, this ain't nothin' new
Bad boy, bitch I break the rules
See me comin' through, make some room
Talk my shit, bitch I gotta point to prove
Walk up in this bitch like "what it do?"
Whatchu tryna get into?
What's the move?
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English

Wolves run in packs, I run with two
Heard he want some beef, this yoppa moo
Countin' paper, this ain't nothin' new
Bad boy, bitch I break the rules
See me comin' through, make some room
Talk my shit, bitch I gotta point to prove
Walk up in this bitch like "what it do?"
Whatchu tryna get into?
What's the move?
Touch a million, that's the main goal
Candy paint lookin' sweet like a mango
Can't be stopped, that's the way this train rolls
Spittin' these flows to get a big ass bankroll
Breakin' records like a broken record
All this fake jewelry that's a golden effort
I'm a gold collector, do an open gesture
If I open mouth, then that's a golden treasure
Do whatever I want, call it freedom
No make belief, but I make believers
9-millimeter, keep it off the meter
Keep her with me just in case he wanna meet her
I'm sick in the head
Only thing I need is makin' this bread, and slicin' the loaf
I took an oath, and swore under God
That I'd run up a sack and provide for the bros
Wolves run in packs, I run with two
Heard he want some beef, this yoppa moo
Countin' paper, this ain't nothin' new
Bad boy, bitch I break the rules
See me comin' through, make some room
Talk my shit, bitch I gotta point to prove
Walk up in this bitch like "what it do?"
Whatchu tryna get into?
What's the move?
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Writer: Bryan Diaz
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