Move That Dope

Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope

Ey move that dope, ey move that dope

Bricksquad move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope

Bricksquad move that dope, ey move that dope

Ey move that dope, Bricksquad move that dope

Waka Flocka Flame

In a trapping hall of fame

I'm a balla hall of league man

I'm calling shots, you calling names

I've been rich, homie, some type of way

I'm stove top, y'all microwave

Take my time, so respect the grind

You've seen the threats, my set'll ride

Their song pies like a bakery nigga

You telling lies, you faking nigga

I'm getting love, you hatin nigga

I've seen your shows, their faking nigga

When you get real, you get the best deals

I run way though, treadmill

But yell a bitch and I'm fast wheel, and all my published checks ill

So I burn and chill, and burn and will

And I can give a fuck of somebody's feeling

I got work to play

I got worth a play

Hustle nigga, you gonna learn today

I'm an underpaid, don't turn away

When I talk to you or the burner spray

Let's box it out, ill beat your ass

I see the snakes, I like the grass

What chu' know about flipping bricks?

Cut the thangs in to chicken strips

Hit the strip, stack the cash, count the money, do the math

I'm going back to the trap

I'm too real, too cool for rap

I'm going back to the trap

I'm too real, too cool for rap

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