I'm Moving - Kreayshawn

Oh, guess what, I’m up on this track

I’ll lay you down on your back, with the mac

I bet you didn’t know, but I knew it You fucking blew it, let’s fucking do it Yeah, cause I’m swag surfin'

On the swag tsunami yeah I’m surfin

But I can’t swim, but I’ll be ridin’that wave all mothafucking day

Yeah, I got the fucking swag flu bro

I’m coughing on your bitch and I hope she don’t get it Cause I got it, bitch I rock it That swag flu shit makes me want to stop it And look, I went to the store and got some shit

Yeah that shit was looking better than your bitch

In the picture, I wish I was kicking it with you

But I can’t so I’mma go do my fucking dance bitch

What it do, I’m gonna fuck your crew

And after I’m done then I’m gonna kill you

I will kill you, and it’s nothing to me Run up on you with the Jimmy and the Kimmy

Pull out the Tommy, like salami

I make sandwiches, Italian deli

Bitch I’m so heavy, like a fucking weight

Lift me up, pull me down, I’m off the ground

I’m too heavy for you to carry around

Put me on your back girl

Run around with me on your back

Like a piggy back ride

I run up when I ride girl

And the side girl got the mac girl

And if you acting crazy then I’ll have to react girl

Don’t fucking play with me like it’s a joke

Not on facebook, I will fucking poke

You in the eye, and I don’t play

I hope you lose your vision, I’m from the Bay

You can’t see me, or on t.

v Maybe on ustream, you can really act like you know me When you add me on twitter

Don’t be acting like hella bitter

When I don’t follow you back

It’s nothing personal

You ain’t cooler than me, your status ain’t tight

But I will, update all night

And all day, I don’t fucking give a shit

Fuck everything, and fuck your fucking bitch

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

I can’t fucking stop cussing

Shit, fucking, whore

I fucking love cussing

Shit, bitch, ho Fucking, shit

I don’t know all the cuss words

But i’ll keep it lit

Fuck You Bitch

Yeah, yeah, I’m going fucking ham

I’m going fucking spam

And I will kill your man

I will kill your mama

And I will kill your dog

I won’t kill your kitty

But i’ll steal her and put her in a bag

And take her home, and she can play with my cat too

My cat’s a fucking goon, she’s a real goon

I got a fucking text message

Who it be, it’s Lil B, from the pack

Hey I got five on the dro if you get a blunt

Man you already know, I had a bag of dro

Somewhere and I lost it I think I gotta go look for it It is in my pocket

Outro: Yaaaayyy !