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- Free Murda - Let You Arms Swing Lyrics
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- [Intro: Free Murda]
- Eastside... Fort Greene...
- [Chorus 2X: Free Murda]
- Rolling down the street, you can catch me with my doors up
- Hop out, music playing, posted on the corner
- Let you arms swing, nigga, let you arms swing, nigga
- Let you arms swing, nigga, let you arms swing, nigga
- [Free Murda]
- Go and get your eat on, I got hoes
- So my dick I don't beat on, something to throw my feet on
- Curl my toes, that's how it goes, as I skeet on
- Tired of shitting on 'em, so like Kels watch me pee on
- It's you, your girl cheat on, once they throw Free on
- Smoking on that neon, green, that's what he on
- And your man CD, watch I crush weed on
- And burn it like pee-pee, when you get your STD on
- Crack is gon' need me, the way I get my G on
- Walk the streets sleepy, that's when doc throw the sheets on
- Get my fam Keon, to lean on something
- Keep on fronting, got to keep on ducking
- [Chorus 2X]
- [Free Murda]
- Poppin' your lip, I'm cocking my fifth
- Only thing that he cock is his dick, with his fist
- Ill, better chill, lil' calm then I mellow
- Catch me with that purple like that Turtle Donatello
- Armed in the ghetto, palm in my metal
- Cuz I'm off that Remy Martin, not that chick from Bronx borough
- I'm in a Montero, the way my palm hello
- Cuz them bitch niggas'll stab me in the back, wanna have me like that
- Ain't a DVD, but you can get 'smacked'
- Bout to die, and I ain't goin' with ya, like a mix-match
- Gat about to holla, but it ain't no chit-chat
- When you hear that click-clack, you never forget that, nigga
- [Chorus 2X]
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