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gimme room - tommy wright iii lyrics

[chorus]
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker move

[verse 1]
project pimp don′t play no sense but 24/7 i’m swingin′ a blade
fillin’ out applications but they won’t call back thinking of ways to get paid
gonna go robbin′, mobbin′, make an example let me say makin’ a stang
should i just cl!ck or recycle, see that would be only here in uti knockin′ off train
but it won’t even go right, wrong gon′
follow me everywhere catchin’ a fade
tired of runnin′ from the police, duckin’ down
camouflage on the run, take a turn with the man
dwellin’ on pockets that empty, i′m sippin′
the lean in my pocket is keepin’ me creepin′
all of the devilish screamin’ i do got me tossin′
and turnin’ this way when i′m sleepin’
creepin’ at night, steppin′ in thick
move motherf*cker just get out my sh*t
head to the top with a 44 c*cked
strugglin′ strappin’ with l!cks on my d*ck
ain′t no love i done told you, i’m finna fold you, represent smt
h*i double s*e to the l*i*c*k side movin′ down with me
keepin’ my vision behind me, ten feet
ahead they wonder like “chop, my style”
rippin′ and runnin’, tryin’ to make
money, honey livin′ a life that′s gummy
b*tch don’t play or bang and n*gga
just shut the f*ck up you wastin′ time
hundred percent i’m down to clown but 24/7 i′m on your mind
i ain’t takin′ no sh*t from a b*tch wanna talk that sh*t
mac t*dawg jumpin’ out with the clucker in the car
a n*gga wanna temper beef, backin’ out a playa weep
bring it on, b*tch i bet you leave in a bar
hangin′ with some real n*ggas down to pull the f*ckin′ trigger
that’s your boy k!llers on the motherf*ckin′ real
my folks that big comin’ like the army squad
and a hundred f*ckin′ cars for a n*gga wanna fub up
stand on my p’s, tryin′ to see g’s, tryin’ to see keys comin′ up quick
workin′ these packages, flippin’ and stackin′
and cookin’ up ′caine to send me a brick
bumpin’ this sh*t, blowin′ up this sh*t
distributin’ this sh*t, keepin’ us rich
x*in′ away from these suckers and bustas
these cowardly n*ggas that makin′ this sh*t
[chorus]
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move

[verse 2]
what you gon’ do?
jumpin′ through the back door, full of that liquor, bullets be flyin’
runnin′ through the cut with a bag full of money
ain’t it funny how a young n*gga out here spyin′?
n*gga better give it up, motherf*ck what you say ho
i’m tryin’ to make it to the motherf*ckin′ top
runnin′ in the bank with a mask on my face
better open up the safe ‘fore i unload the glock
break ′em off proper, t*dawg way
in the getaway car finna vamp to the hood
i done gone bad on the town, n*gga broke, that’s a joke
′cause you know that a playa look good
crime gotta pay, every day keep it straight
plus the bank robbery got my pockets on the air
livin’ the life as a heavyweight n*gga
don′t f*ck up like project pimp livin’ to death
sittin’ here in the studio lookin′ at photos from the last tape
loced out, smoked out off that b*u*d
runnin′ count my biz, it face
sh*t it got great
for the last three months we done dropped a cd
nationwide, 50 state plus, where the hoes feelin’ l*st
streets my clique, bonafide
seventy*five thousand copies what we zellin′ and bendin’ hittin′ the charts
f*ck that underground tape sh*t been outdone it got you bustas hot
check it out ho, all you gotta do is hit my tunes i bet you’ll see
flexin′ here in the texas with that motherf*ckin’ yawk
runnin’ the city
m*a*c t*d*o*g, ’bout that m*o*n*e*y
droppin′ verses steady hurtin’ the industry with my lyrics they fire
all of them big time producers with them rugers talkin′ ’bout backin′ me up
bumpin’ “strikin′ like thunder” got you wonderin’ why i’m bailin′ up
smokin′, chokin’, major with my kinfolks on a everyday base
drinkin′, kickin’, pimpin′ with big bendin’, ballin′ in the nine*eight
gangsta gri*z*ee on the map behind the strap down with the six
mac t*dawg, his brother bumpin’, comin’ up with the streets, my cl!ck
[chorus]
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of this come up, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move

[verse 3]
i′m chasin′ cheese like tom after jerry, all about my fetti
ready or not, here tommy come and i’m bringin′ more guns than vietnam
i’m young and buck, ridin′ dirty as f*ck
n*gga better duck or press they luck
i’m rollin′ with king kong, 10 wanted men
but tell the truth, it’s millions of us
see me on sundays, them my crunk days, eatin’ at caesars, d&d
five shawties trailin′ each other
you know it′s darnell and tommy iii
smokin’ a p and sw*ngin′ it too
settin’ a phone in a cigarette lighter
we already on about three blunts buti want three more to take me higher
can i get back up when a n*gga act up
growlin′, tell these b*tches to crown me
money and tommy together at last
call that contract, come equipped to blast
sippin’ on red eye with a peacemaker in
between the seats for these hard hoes
poppin′ corn with devil stomp, swingin’ my pack outta rental volvos
i want thangs, but life ain’t ′bout havin′ nice gems and tight rims
comin’ out them tinted windows finna put us on menu, can you see them lights dim?
these n*ggas be doin′ the talkin’
but these n*ggas ain′t doin’ the walkin′
for your last motherf*cker repent, choose studio
say some more and end up in your coffin
[chorus]
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
move motherf*cker, move motherf*cker, move
gimme room, gimme room, move motherf*cker, move
give us some room, give us some room, move motherf*cker, move
you in the way of my come up, move motherf*cker, move
give us some room n*gga, move motherf*cker, move

- tommy wright iii lyrics

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