Freeway - Follow My Moves lyrics
rate me<span class="feat">(feat. Birdman)</span><br>
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<i>[Freeway]</i><br />
I was piss poor, water used to leak in my place<br />
first we struggled then we hustled till the paper got straight<br />
Copped weight, place got straight then we chopped it up bagged it twelve twelves five eight’s<br />
24/7 on my Kane shit, no half steppin’<br />
for protection kept my weapon always<br />
we grind hard and we hopin to catch a charge<br />
2 lawyers, Frank Minyard on the case<br />
spank that then we straight<br />
I’m a neighbourhood legend, Benz waggin with the hatchback<br />
that was way back before the contract<br />
my right hand had a red ac legend<br />
and we stay smokin reefer having marijuana sessions<br />
we had your bitches gettin high catching contact<br />
any problem with you guys nickel nine that<br />
bring my hood everywhere I’m at<br />
I define reppin<br />
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<i>[Chorus- Freeway]</i><br />
We from the bottom now we shining with jewels<br />
we keep on grinding and we rhyme like we got something to prove<br />
but don’t follow me, follow my moves yung’un<br />
don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un<br />
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<i>[Birdman]</i><br />
We from the bottom and we grind with tools<br />
make money everyday, candy paint with jewels nigga<br />
don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un<br />
don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un<br />
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<i>[Birdman - Verse]</i><br />
Fresh paint, (?) hundred rags on the Harley<br />
and we grind every day big mansions and ferrari’s<br />
uptown nigga where it all started<br />
big money big guns out the hallways<br />
went to hood in something new stuntin everyday<br />
blowing purple haze with a hundred cake<br />
with a hundred B’s all stacking cheese YM CMB<br />
with the Louie frames with the curtains back<br />
in the new phantom stunting like laid back<br />
born rich, hood rich, cash money, more shit<br />
MOB UPT, spent a mill on some keys, candy leather seats<br />
project life, tatts and fleets<br />
hundred mill, it’s what we eat<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
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<i>[Freeway]</i><br />
Put up, shut up, y’all niggas run up<br />
tag you with the burner for the number 1 stunna<br />
y’all niggas never had flows like freezer<br />
nigga please you’ll never have cheese like baby<br />
keys to the phantom not the keys to the mercedes<br />
last of the Mohicans, I’ll be sleeping with the cannon<br />
I’ll wake with it on and quake it on whoever’s drawn<br />
you play with it on, I stay with it on<br />
nigga try me, put the cannon to his wig<br />
if he eating now he creeping bring the cannon to his crib<br />
no doubt we will go on route<br />
we move out for the money dummy this is how we live<br />
this is Birdman and Philly free<br />
we are eating getting money off of words man<br />
came along way from flipping birds man<br />
if y’all niggas hatin just let it be<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i>
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