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Kap G

Move On Up

 

Move On Up

(album: El Southside - 2016)


Move on up, you hoe
Shorty say, you ain't shit
She can suck my two balls
I just sit back think dang like lewho
Keep a Trojan in my pocket but I'm still too raw
It's all a joke to you huh? Like Lil Duval
But I kept my mind straight
Said fuck you all
My boy quick to get the heat
I gotta tell him cool off
He aiming till you fading with the red nose, Rudolph
But he use to hit the dice game with a dollar and something
Come back to the crib, he got a couple of hunnids
Don't get me wrong he took a couple of loses
Double or nothing
They lose your whole pay check
It like you working for nothing
They blowing on oxtank
Cooling in apartments
They going fuck with different College Park
Down to Compton
God Dang/God Dang
With his headbump in
He ain't say shit when the cops came
Nothing change

We gona move on up
(Let's get it)
And move on up
(Arriba)
Move on up
(Let's get it)
We gona move on up
George Jefferson
Move on up
(Let's get it)
We gona move on up
(Arriba)
George Jefferson
Move on up
(Let's get it)
We gona move on up
We gona move on up
(Let's get it)
And move on up
(Arriba)
Move on up
(Let's get it)
We gona move on up
George Jefferson
Move on up
(Let's get it)
We gona move on up
(Arriba)
You know where the justice
So it's only right that I gotta do my thing

That lil Kap-G ball, RIP to George Jefferson
I was man in high school, motherfucking letter men
I'm just getting better man
I'm just getting the cheeder man
Hit up Magic City
Make it rain like the weather man
Aww shit, she wet again
I let her hit the medicine
They treat me like a veteran
Get banned Led Zeppelin
I like a bitch who elegant
I think she from the Netherlands
All black on
Yea I'm blessed like a reverent
Bet homie
When I see police
They want to be on me
I ain't saying I'm a saint
Like New Orleans
But every time they see me they want to see ID
Shit, I wouldn't be surprised if they on my IG
Why you stressing G?
Get some tree, like the logo on LRG
Count j's, get the money, what the fuck y'all mean
This for my partner gambling like the football team
Kap-G

We gona move on up
(Let's get it)
And move on up
(Ariba)
Move on up
(Let's get it)
We gona move on up
George Jefferson
Move on up
(Let's get it)
We gona move on up
(Ariba)
George Jefferson
Move on up
(Let's get it)
We gona move on up

Growing up I meant a lot of people who didn't like me
And I'm blowing on their [?]
My brother got a dollar, he gonna go hit the dice game
You know where the justice
So it's only right that I gotta do my thing

done

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