Correction Lyrics Like The Way You Move by Blueface

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(Ooh, FastMoneyMadeIt)
Ayy, baby, I like

I got this one ghetto b*t*h, she so feisty
Got this one b*t*h, did her wrong, now she dyking
Got this one b*t*h, Tiny C, she tryna fight me
Got this one b*t*h like, "Tiny Bop, what, you don't like me?"
I'm just tryna f**k, baby, I ain't tryna cuff
If you think you can change me, baby girl, test your luck
I'm in my own lane, I ain't tryna keep up
My one square b*t*h, she just love to eat it up
This one b*t*h don't like me, she swear she wanna fight me
When I get into the room, I beat the yak, you need an IV
Swearing that she spite me, on the highest three, she like me
She like, "Tiny Bop, I know I like you, boy, your life is fightin'"
Cuh, these n***as say they gon' kill me, they ain't popped nothin'
N***as say they gon' kill me, they ain't dropped nothin'
We spinned they block, we pop an opp, I bet we got somethin'
You bet a hundred on my gang, I bet we drop somethin'
Blueface, baby, yeah, aight, tell lil' baby to move (Move)
Boof bop, hug the block while you huggin' your boo
Everything bust down like them kids after school
From the Yards to the Harlems, we the ones makin' it boom (Boom)
Tell 'em make some room, third mom just stepped in the room (Yeah)
We'll really slap a n***a mom, better keep her cool (Aight)
B*t*h, I just came here to fork, I ain't come here to spoon
I'll send a b*t*h a text twice once every blue moon
If she don't get back right, I'm hittin' her left
I'm tryna have a little bit of sex, b*t*h, what you expect?
Gotta catch a flight by the night, b*t*h, I'm finna jet
White stuff all on these sweats 'cause she made a mess

Yeah, baby, I like the way you move
The way you do the things you do
Yeah, I like the way
Ayy, yeah, bae, I like the way you move
Baby, the way you do the things you do
Ayy, I'm gon' act a fool
Baby, I like the way you move
The way you do the things you do
Wanna get you in that bed, baby girl, act a fool
Touch your toes, baby girl, do what you do
Bae, I'd like to come over and spread you out
B*t*h, I'm just tryna d**k you out
B*t*h, I ain't doing anything with my mouth
Sh*t, don't ask questions, b*t*h, just take it out
Ayy, just suck on it
Ooh, girl, I ain't tryna cuff on it
Just do it real nasty, hit the blunt on it, ah
Ayy, ayy
B*t*h, I need more than a quick fifteen
Be quiet, homies here, they gon' hear you scream
And a b*t*h want a dollar, she can hold this thing
Gave her slow deep stroke, man, she moan and she scream
I'ma die and go to heaven before I buy a b*t*h a ring
The way she put that pu**y on me, put a young Crip to sleep
Maybe one day lick that box in between
I can't trust no ho, they be f**kin' on the gang
I can't love no b*t*h, they give head up for change

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