Mrs. Making Moves

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You thought I couldn't get hyped up?
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Listen

[Verse 1]
Don't got a dollar to my name but my style's worth a million bucks
Ya girlfriend raps? Bring her in, my flow is killin' sluts
It really does, machete tongue, I'm steady spillin' guts
I know I'm 'bout to blow and for my enemies that really sucks
Rippin' up the stage like my parkin' tickets
Narcissistically, knockin' over amps until they start to listen
Reminiscin' on the times I got no recognition
My goals were distant and I saw 'em like a premonition
Now I'm shocking like socks on a carpet
Forget Louis Vuitton because I'm shopping at Target
When I first performed I didn't get a water free
Now they try to hand me all the bottles at the bar quick
And I don't drink much but I love free stuff
So, I take 'em, spray the crowd, we don't need cups
I stage-dive off the barrier between us
I'm on the top, you only touch me if you reach up

[Chorus]
I'm a hype bitch (hype bitch), they tell me I'm the nicest
Skinny jeans around my waist, my mic is in my right fist
I do this, I do this, I spit it and they lose it
They ----- call me Mrs. Making Moves, bitch
If you're into gettin' hyphy then I'm ready, yo
When I'm on it no-one's trippin', they already know
I do this, I do this, I spit it and they lose it
They ----- call me Mrs. Making Moves, bitch

[Verse 2]
I'm feeling destined to become the next suburban legend
I use my word and presence every day to earn attention
I eat condenser mics for breakfast, then I order seconds
Pouring ketchup on my lyrics while I snort a beverage
I'm sorta edgy, I like to rage and bug out
During other rappers' sets I hit the stage and run out
Jump into the moshpit and rave until the sun's out
With all my buddies killin' shit and clownin' like a funhouse
No smoke and mirrors, you're trippin' broken stairs
If ya spittin' 'bout ya money, really no-one cares
I'm in a different lane, I look around and no-one's there
Sparking commotion in the game as if I'm throwin' flares
No-one dares to pull the plug on our party, so
The place is full of people dancin' that I hardly know
Let's start the show, hit the lights and lift the curtains
If you think I don't get hype you must be thinkin' of a different person

[Chorus]
I'm a hype bitch (hype bitch), they tell me I'm the nicest
Skinny jeans around my waist, my mic is in my right fist
I do this, I do this, I spit it and they lose it
They ----- call me Mrs. Making Moves, bitch
If you're into gettin' hyphy then I'm ready, yo
When I'm on it no-one's trippin', they already know
I do this, I do this, I spit it and they lose it
They ----- call me Mrs. Making Moves, bitch

[Bridge]
They used to sleep on me, yeah, I caught 'em dippin' out
They used to sleep on me, yeah, I caught 'em dippin' out
They used to sleep on me, yeah, I caught 'em dippin' out
Then I started makin' moves and everything is different now
They used to sleep on me, yeah, I caught 'em dippin' out
They used to sleep on me, yeah, I caught 'em dippin' out
They used to sleep on me, yeah, I caught 'em dippin' out
Then I started makin' moves and everything is different now

[Chorus]
I'm a hype bitch (hype bitch), they tell me I'm the nicest
Skinny jeans around my waist, my mic is in my right fist
I do this, I do this, I spit it and they lose it
They ----- call me Mrs. Making Moves, bitch
If you're into gettin' hyphy then I'm ready, yo
When I'm on it no-one's trippin', they already know
I do this, I do this, I spit it and they lose it
They ----- call me Mrs. Making Moves, bitch

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