Future - Move That Dope (Radio Edit) lyrics

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Future - Move That Dope (Radio Edit) lyrics

[Intro: Pusha T] Real dope dealers for real! Haha! Hahaha [Hook: Future] (x2) Young n***a move that dope Young n***a move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope Young n***a move that dope Young n***a, y'all n***a move that dope Young n***a move that dope Aye move that dope, Aye move that dope Young n***a move that dope [Verse 1: Future] Whippin' the yam, whippin and flippin' the yam Turn the whole brick to a Lam Re-rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat Keepin' it soft like a mink Gold on my link, coke in the sink Choppin' that work like karate Servin' a new Maserati, in a brand new Maserati That's a whole lot of new money Snatch it, then hide it from the 12 Movin' them squares and them bales, servin' the rawest of yayo Beating that china like Kunta Kinte Whippin' it, whippin' that fish and Parkay Drinkin' on syrup, I'm rollin' up Made myself a boss, a boss and a plug Either way you put it, n***a, I'm good Triple salute, n***a, straight out the hood Bakin' soda water splash the scales Fork in my right and my pot in my left Leanin' over, over to the side, I whip me a four way to a nine The dirty, the money is homicide and my recipe can't be televised [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Young enough to still sell dope, but old enough that I knows better When they sayin' it's 42 for that white powder, I knows better Get it n***a? I nose better, put a smile on the devil's face Who don't wanna sell dope forever and flood their Rollie 'till the bezel break? Woo! Fish scale in the two-door that I fish-tails Fibergla**, Ferrari leather, in designer sh** that I misspell YUGHH! Look at the clues, the J's, the j**els, I'm actin' a monkey From sixteen years old, I'm whippin' in kitchens, f**in' my junkies Pablo, Versace way before Migos My dinner plates, no silverware, all you n***as my hijos Toss a kilo like a free throw, crack house, it had the peephole Made it through to the other side, now nothing's big as my ego, Push [Hook] [Verse 3: Pharrell] Me, I try to leave the best for later But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator The old Skateboard P, that's your favorite Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked Frequency high, like a spaceship She say that she like it and she's been exposed The Gandalf hat and the weird a** clothes That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo Young n***a move that dope, boy P move that ho When I move that rope, I could move your ho When she hear the motherf**er know from her throat When I sing la-la-la, LaFerrari Red-on-red like the Imperial Army Mamis, I am sorry, that was just my ego on me, uh Women's my army, surrounded they always be on me Just want a piece like they Gandhi Close my eyes, pray to the omni-nificent Just to wake up the insomni-niacs Let me help you lift your sh** Get it right and ignite your sh** See it, build it, sell it, IPO but don't swipe your sh** [Hook]