Polo G - Move Wrong (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Polo G - Move Wrong (en) Lyrics
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Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes
lay it down (Bolegs, this you?)
Lay it down, lay it down,
you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes
lay it down (Spank on the beat)
When I up this Drac', a nigga
better not move wrong
This shit get crazy, they
done knocked him out his
socks with his shoes on
Long live all the bros, most of
they killers got a tombstone
Diamond was lackin' while it was
crackin' and got boomed on
We just clapped a face up, y'all
gon' see him when the news on
We got so many pipes up on this
block, boy, this a tool zone
Tell 'em free Famous, every
court date, I got Zoom on
Gettin' smoked or bein' locked in a
cell, that's somеthin' I'm cool on
It take money to go to war, a lot
of guns and they not chеap
Glocks, Dracs and ARPs, with this
shit 'til the day I leave
My killers bounce out V's and chase
him down until he cannot breathe
Only sandbox niggas on my team, you
fuck niggas ain't my bleeds
We play laser tag with the
beams, my shooters creep
Get up close, don't shoot from deep
Me and Vonno got two a piece
I'll put the press on a nigga for woofin'
about what he gon' do to me
You don't want them killers outside
your house, pull up like Uber Eats
Uh, he took off and ran and got
knocked right up off his feet
I got rich and I'm still signed, I
just can't stop, I'm in too deep
Opps tryna post up on they block
because they heard that I'm OT
I'm in the 'Raq like it's Miami 'cause
I'm strapped up with my heat
Big Jilla like a Muslim, he
pop up when he hear beef
I had to block J Mane number, he kept
talkin' 'bout pushin' peace
Everybody slide in fin-fins, we
bounce out a regular Jeep
We had to tap lil' Keesy head
'cause he thought this shit was
sweet, with his dead ass
Throw B's like we rock red flags,
blue hundreds make my pants sag
Took off, but I was dead last, can't
wait to let my lead blast
Put a built-in switch up on the
Glock, it shoot so damn fast
Talkin' shit, but ain't out on your
block, that's how your mans died
Fuck the opps 'til I'm six feet, can't
get back what they took from me
They should've knew they couldn't
compete, they got spanked
and put to sleep
I got thirty-four racks, the
fuck I look like, Booker T?
It depend on if you movin' right
on whether you booked or free
Gettin' smoked or bein' locked in a
cell, that's somethin' I'm cool on
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