Fred the Godson
Move a Little Differen
I call it the visine am I clear?
Ive seen shine trouble
see the time near
Now Ive seen
shine bubble, monclear
Im the next rapper to let it off
Dont be a bitch with the
ratchet set it off!
Me and Penaro. I’m Peshy and he denaro the dude shoot
I shoot the Bluetooth off
your earlobe
Yeah, everything cope aesthetic
The coke still floating
for now the dope is deadly
When its only your fault it’s a slow brain
New connect thirty four, for our whole thing
My dress code copper, penny, whoppers , bengies , chopper send me black drop bumpin, pockin remy
Best rappers alive, whoever, than me
Chorus:
I got a body up the block
Shawty in the
shop who everybody wanna watch because
I move a little different, I say I move a little different
Ready rap to the radio
Fuck a dill shit, I still let the
blow!
I move a little different, mother fucker shit, I move a little different!
Yeah, my n***a, I move different
Big time guns, big time weight
Just to cook the base, we needed a few
kitchens
You on the same path, but n***a your shoes different
Word to the bubbling your airmax
Im in the struggle, Ill get your man clap!
Hop up on the
end track, tie you to the chair
Rap your face in serene rap
Dump you in the river, tied up with some sand bag
Eating dinner with Ecuadorians, back
to the future, no mother fucker
Madoriage
Used to pack my tool in the school auditorium
Rappers
In one room food in porrium
Ghost in the gods son, wanna see gods son?
Do this for my niggers in the streets, in the yard
son
Fuckin with a shooter and a stabber and a arson
Burn
him, pop n***as, sit there and watch n***a
Chorus:
Look!
I got a body up the block
Shawty in the
shop who everybody wanna watch because
I move a little different, I say I move a little different
Ready rap to the radio
Fuck a dill shit, I still let the
blow!
I move a little different, mother fucker shit, I move a little different!
Who can buy your wife flowers
Im grabbing your misses do I Howard
Get it, grab your misses
Rebound
Magnum clip-end I’ll get him within three rounds
Styles P youngsters, Freds big rounds my freestyles be monster
We comin to conquer
Two machine guns, turn this shit
into contra
Chorus:
I got a body up the block
Shawty in the
shop who everybody wanna watch because
I move a little different, I say I move a little different
Ready rap to the radio
Fuck a bill shit, I still let the
blow!
I move a little different, mother fucker shit, I move a little different!