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lirik lagu i’m moving – sinatti pop

let me out of this f-ckin’ box

[verse 1, sinatti pop]
liar liar pants on fire
try to get your buzz up while i fly higher
i used to have to break my neck to buy tires
now my attire is something to be desired
and i’m the guy with the twinkle in his eye
that these girls walk by always trying to act fly
so why would i knowin’ life is do or die not do the sh-t i gotta do i gotta do it bye
these cats think they’re runnin’ laps what you think you got me gone
i’ve been on the team since all them songs
i’m actually moving at the refresh rate of the screen you watch me on
so stutter like the shutter they shot me on
super high-def peace to wyclef i’m taking off till november and you ain’t even fly yet
they think i’m lying ‘cause i ain’t tryin’ to sign yet
you little d-ck brain p-ssy f-ck your mindset
don’t try to box me in and please don’t align us
i’m not them you know rap cats that rhyme tough
and those that matter don’t mind us
so put your money down grind up you know where to find us

[hook, sinatti pop]
man i’m moving
i got it all mapped out
i give a d-mn what you talkin’ about
man i’m moving
i don’t wanna go that route baby boy i’m trying to cop this house
man i’m moving
it’s a crib so big that i don’t let these f-ckers know where i live
man i’m moving
and this is serious biz i got no time to be out here with these kids
so keep moving

[verse 2, sinatti pop]
you want the high life you want the fly life let’s keep it real playboy you want my life
i can see it in you i can see the envy i can see the fake smiles the “hi, i’m pretending”
you like me but you don’t, wanna strike me but you won’t
‘cause somebody might knife that windpipe up in your throat
i’m so loved i’m so popular
i’m so high above your level like on top of ya
wanna see the guy you probably need binoculars
‘cause you’re beneath me like some feces
bird droppings ughhh
ok anyway time to hit the car wash
see i’ll be pulling hardtop drops off of car lots
digging up in broads’ soft spots till my b-lls pop
it’s everything it’s cracked up to be raw rock
i’m getting money for my music while you’re all washed up
and can’t do sh-t but sit and watch the ball drop
so how you like me now pal how’s your seating
how you like these motherf-ckin’ apple i’ve been eating
how you like the stems on these women i’ve been seen with
and how you like pretending when all your friends all follow me

- sinatti pop

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