Move – Cham, Jada Kingdom Lyrics
Yeah
Talk to them Sus
I’m fuckin’ Vito in this shit, boy
My name hold weight
Skinny nigga, my name hold weight
I’m a fuckin’ skinny nigga but my name hold weight, you know what I’m sayin’?
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You know, man, health is wealth, gon’ get bolo and it’s over, haha
It’s over for them
Yo, yo
Hop out, heartbeats drop, don’t drop out, Glocks out, give us a drop, get shot down (Baow, baow)
Get that gwop, still Bloodhound, lock them strips, put jails on lockdown (Lockdown)
Beef still fry in the wokhouse, goofy started a war and copped out
Labels think I’m hostile, locked inside and blackballed, Sus feel locked out (Ahh, man)
Zombie makin’ zoovies crazy scenes whenever we popped out (Popped out)
Whackеd his head and his shoulder popped out
YS yingеd that, Goose had enough now (Had enough)
Tell me, who have you run down? (Who? Who?)
You ain’t catch that and scored you a touchdown
Bro bust gun, bust case, bought a bustdown
Unless he’s in Dubs, he ain’t puttin’ his gun down (Baow)
Fuck it, do it on cam, I’m a crash out (Gang, gang)
Fuck it, I am who I am, still cash out (Gang, gang)
Man make more than your man
And still feel broke cah I’m feedin’ the fam (OTF)
I need me a hundred times a hundred bands
Cah regular not in my plan (No, it ain’t)
That bishead made me lose my gacan
I headbutt him like Zidane (Ah-ha-ha)
Blade come black like Janubi
Step with Sudanese in a Sedan (Black blade)
I was in Kenya gettin’ marqaan
They thought I was Ogaden Clan
It’s mad, I used to sell khat no fan
That’s hella Rush Hour like Tucker & Chan
It’s peak wherever they land
I try not boast but red side runnin’ the can
We’re runnin the- uhh
Still runnin’ the streets, uhh
Su-su-su-suwoo
I still jump on these beats, I still murder the beats
‘Cause I murder them in the streets
Hop out, heartbeats drop, don’t drop out
Glocks out, give us a drop, get shot down
Get that gwop, still Bloodhound
Fucking hell
Lock them strips, put jails on lockdown
Listen, look
Hop out, heartbeats drop, don’t drop out, Glocks out, give us a drop, get shot down (Skrr, skrr)
Get that gwop, still Bloodhound (Baow, baow)
Lock them strips, put jails on lockdown (Gang, gang, gang)
Beef still fry in the wokhouse, goofy started a war and copped out (Still fryin’)
Labels think I’m hostile, locked inside and blackballed, Sus feel locked out (Look, look)
I just did it broad day, I feel like Broadday
I risked it all for his jewels, they were all fake
He got bap, caught in 4K
I paid the lawyer fees for the court dates
Wallahi, you ran but I caught up to your mate
Turned his T-shirt strawberry shortcake
In real time, it was a short chase
When you saw my face, should’ve saw your face
Excuse me, miss, what’s your name?
Chef like Kano, chef like Gourmet
Just left Blu Nightclub with your bae
And we got straight down to it, no foreplay
Cuz just phoned from yard, that’s more K’s
Pan belly clip, that’s more cray
Bap, bap, bap, bap, I guess it’s your day
She got more bodies than Suspect, she’s suspect
Still told folks that he can bring them
Think if I hit her like “What’s Up”
I can get Jada to come to my Kingdom
Got a fat pussy gyal from England
Got a coolie gyal, half Indian
Got down my man, what was he thinkin’?
Caught him and sunk him, now let that sink in
Like, shiieet
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