Lyrics BAD MOVE - Chris Messan
The
fuck
do
these
niggas
be
on,
y'all
doin
me
wrong,
y'all
woke
up
the
demon
Youngin'
with
something
to
prove,
I
feel
like
Lebron
when
he
left
out
of
Cleveland
I
know
that
she
told
you
it's
yours,
but
trust,
she
been
giving
it
up
when
you
leaving
And
I
just
been
upping
the
score,
might
marble
the
floors,
you
wouldn't
believe
it
She
gon
tat
my
initials,
you
see
'em
(CM)
My
bitch
bad,
you
could
tell
by
her
DMs
I
could
fuck
from
the
AM
to
PM
You
just
play,
I'm
the
motherfucking
GM
Put
a
bitch
on
the
blade,
it's
your
BM
Order
steak
on
my
plate
and
it's
Wagyu
Could've
just
ate
with
the
team,
you
niggas
decided
to
hate,
that's
a
bad
move
I
don't
know
who
out
here
seeing
me
He
want
smoke,
air
it
out
like
a
BNB
Shawty
gon
blow
me
like
TNT
Bow
your
head,
treat
the
boy
like
a
deity
(woo)
Done
wearing
Chrome
heart
and
CDG
(done)
I
done
got
comfortable
being
me
(the
one)
I'm
working,
I
ain't
got
the
time
to
speak
If
I'm
slow
to
respond,
it's
on
DND
That
boy
broke,
he
was
poppin'
off
EDD
Earned
my
money,
don't
play
with
me,
period
(shut
the
fuck
up)
How
you
broke
but
you
want
you
a
rich
nigga
You
delirious,
couldn't
be
serious
(broke
bitch)
I
don't
even
listen,
they
talk
to
me,
all
I
hear
is
what
Courage
tell
Muriel
I
done
got
rich
and
I'm
still
block
with
it,
I'd
rather
pour
up
the
cereal
Like
fuck
Ruth
Chris,
all
these
boujee
niggas
walking
around
with
a
toothpick
You
could
never
finesse
me,
I'm
too
slick,
and
if
you
did,
I
could
probably
give
two
shits
Gotta
Maison
Margiela
her
new
fit,
take
it
off
'cause
I
like
me
a
nude
bitch
Two
things
I
hate,
it's
a
rude
bitch,
and
the
other
a
nigga
with
loose
lips
Vice
versa,
go
both
ways
I
ain't
rapping
for
dudes
that
get
no
play
Feeling
classy,
sippin'
on
Rosé
Scent,
I
mixed
the
Dior
with
the
Dolce
I
could
turn
her
out,
make
her
go
both
ways
While
you
pick
one
and
choose,
I
made
both
plays
The
seats
in
the
Benz
is
cocaine
Want
the
lamb,
but
I'm
stuck
in
a
goat
phase
The
fuck
do
these
niggas
be
on,
y'all
doin
me
wrong,
y'all
woke
up
the
demon
Youngin'
with
something
to
prove,
I
feel
like
Lebron
when
he
left
out
of
Cleveland
I
know
that
she
told
you
it's
yours,
but
trust,
she
been
giving
it
up
when
you
leaving
And
I
just
been
upping
the
score,
might
marble
the
floors,
you
wouldn't
believe
it
She
gon
tat
my
initials,
you
see
'em
(CM)
My
bitch
bad,
you
could
tell
by
her
DMs
I
could
fuck
from
the
AM
to
PM
You
just
play,
I'm
the
motherfucking
GM
Put
a
bitch
on
the
blade,
it's
your
BM
Order
steak
on
my
plate
and
it's
Wagyu
Could've
just
ate
with
the
team,
you
niggas
decided
to
hate,
that's
a
bad
move
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