Move Weight Lyrics

Move weight

Move weight like fat chicks

Yo' bad bitch

Had sag tits

We fucked on the mattress

I'm out

I'm bustin' shells like I'm clam digging

Talk that shit

You get your fam missin'

Me and the crew run in your damn kitchen

And grab yo' bitch

And the damn chicken

No beef in here

But we like ruckus

Start some shit

Because we like "fuck it"

Don't like it? Cry two tears in a bucket

Hammer time bitch so you can't touch it

Do you smell what Wyte is cookin'?

Standin' six foot one, dark blue eyes

And I'm good lookin'

And you smell my steeze

That's that Versace cologne

And I be takin' her home

Just to be makin' her moan

You feel me?

Where my dogs at, dogs at?

Where my dogs at, dogs at?

Where my dogs at, dogs at?

Where my dogs at, dogs at?

Where my dogs at, dogs at?

Where my dogs at, dogs at?

Now let 'em off the leash

Then I'll sick 'em on the beat

We got that lockjaw flow

We bite the beat with our teeth

Now give us Kibbles and Bits

And we gon' gobble them shits

And go ahead and serve the competition

I'm eatin' them quick

Add potatoes and vegetables

I'm cleaning my plate (I'm cleanin' my plate)

I'm feelin' so great (I'm feelin' so great)

You go at me? You done made a mistake

I'll show you why, leave you traumatized

How you like them apples? Caramelized

Got a dark skin bitch with caramel thighs

And nice real hair and marble eyes

Move weight like fat chicks

Yo' bad bitch

Had sag tits

We fucked on the mattress

I'm out

Ayyy

Move weight like fat chicks

Yo' bad bitch

Had sag tits

We fucked on the mattress

Then I dipped 'cuz she need practice

I'm whippin', dippin', out the do'

I don't really give a fuck

And you already know

You can see it in my eyes

You can feel it in my steeze

You can smell it on my breath

And you can hear it in my wheeze

I'm a Eastside rider (Bang that shit)

With a big fat dick (What you do with it?)

I can slang that shit (What they do with it?)

They get hooked on it

Wyte Sheen bitch, white boy from the projects

Write a lot of lyrics so recording is a process

Pen to the paper, ink flowing can't stop this

Coming for the throne

So your ass better watch it

All up on my smart shit, feeling so brainy

Send some shots bitch call me Dick Cheney

Rappin' kinda lazy, like it's 'bout to pop off

Girl shake them titties with that motherfuckin'

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