CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Move Over
Move over
Move over
Too many kings to be fed and the big ones said "Move over"
Yeah
Move over
Move over
Too many kings to be fed and the big ones said "Move over"
Oi
I'm so known for notes
I don't notice your novice quotes, I flow coast to coast
And choke like loads of opponents throats
And go against the whole grain like an overdose on Toby's oats (Yeah)
Look at all these clones of blokes, every song full of stoner jokes
I'd only smokе a cone if it's coded and COVID
Then go to your show just to blow my nosе (Achoo)
Get covered in my slag and spit, I ain't gotta brag a bit
If you had to pic on Facebook that was captioned as 'Bag of sh*t'
I'd probably be tagged in it
Antagonist, no rags to riches just nagging b*t*hes who rowdily snitch
No wonder we got a weak connection, if you ever got questioned....You'd lag a bit
I am the king of this, ink just flies from my fingertips
Silencing mimickers, this is a rap bazooka
I'm Bradley Cooper, my rhyming is limitless
There is no line of perimeters I couldn't find and diminish with my wicked writtens
If anyone tries to commit a diss, only thing you'll find is the ligaments fried when it finishes
Oh, stop it, I don't need no, topic, or flow, pocket
I'd rather just go with the flow, all over the globe like a rogue, rocket
Loads of gross profit I'm shown from shows, go suppose I lob it
I guess even though I'm so broke, I'm known to throw dough but no, I'm no hobbit (Oi)
What if I never rapped? Or what if The Psyche Ward is something you never had?
Where are the DeFeKTs? Where are the Sever's at?
When will an Omac or Kogz or Mysc or Sam shred a track?
If that happened it would set a gap
If we left, what's the bet that they'd be begging and get us back?
I ain't saying we're better than anybody, we're better than everybody
You'd better bloody remember that (Ha)
Complete, the fat alcho'
I could outflow any rapper with my mouth closed
So obsessed with the mic, don't call it my death when I die, just call it my outro
I am now king, see my crown glow?
Throw the towel in, take a bow bro
While I'm watching my crowd grow, you're watching your crowd go
Wow, no wonder your sound so, angry and salty
You can get mad, you can get a gang to assault me
I don't give a dang if you roll me old
Because I make your missus wanna bang bang with a Molty
Now my number has no importance, I don't let anger control me
But you saw what I did with that rope to Jordan
So in other words, You don't wanna hang with the old me, c**t (Oi)
You'd be better off dead in a lock shed from getting a head of hot lead
In my memories, I could very incredibly remember everything that these pathetic dogs said
That I've never rocked sets, that I'd never be anything
Now I'm betting they're regretting what lead
My enemies reckon they'll never topped
But instead I'm getting a shot like I'm Cheddar Bob's leg
Gunshot
I've been on the road with the crew hoping to prove, through every show that we do
That we're over the moon like a Rover, now your moment is over cause we're doper than you
Don't you assume I ain't gonna go to your room
Know that it's true that a supernova is due, so is a nuke
You don't wanna go to the booth bro
If you do though, better hope that you move
Move over
Move over
Too many kings to be fed and the big ones said "Move over"
Yeah
Move over
Move over
Too many kings to be fed and the big ones said "Move over"
Oi
I'm so known for notes
I don't notice your novice quotes, I flow coast to coast
And choke like loads of opponents throats
And go against the whole grain like an overdose on Toby's oats (Yeah)
Look at all these clones of blokes, every song full of stoner jokes
I'd only smokе a cone if it's coded and COVID
Then go to your show just to blow my nosе (Achoo)
Get covered in my slag and spit, I ain't gotta brag a bit
If you had to pic on Facebook that was captioned as 'Bag of sh*t'
I'd probably be tagged in it
Antagonist, no rags to riches just nagging b*t*hes who rowdily snitch
No wonder we got a weak connection, if you ever got questioned....You'd lag a bit
I am the king of this, ink just flies from my fingertips
Silencing mimickers, this is a rap bazooka
I'm Bradley Cooper, my rhyming is limitless
There is no line of perimeters I couldn't find and diminish with my wicked writtens
If anyone tries to commit a diss, only thing you'll find is the ligaments fried when it finishes
Oh, stop it, I don't need no, topic, or flow, pocket
I'd rather just go with the flow, all over the globe like a rogue, rocket
Loads of gross profit I'm shown from shows, go suppose I lob it
I guess even though I'm so broke, I'm known to throw dough but no, I'm no hobbit (Oi)
What if I never rapped? Or what if The Psyche Ward is something you never had?
Where are the DeFeKTs? Where are the Sever's at?
When will an Omac or Kogz or Mysc or Sam shred a track?
If that happened it would set a gap
If we left, what's the bet that they'd be begging and get us back?
I ain't saying we're better than anybody, we're better than everybody
You'd better bloody remember that (Ha)
Complete, the fat alcho'
I could outflow any rapper with my mouth closed
So obsessed with the mic, don't call it my death when I die, just call it my outro
I am now king, see my crown glow?
Throw the towel in, take a bow bro
While I'm watching my crowd grow, you're watching your crowd go
Wow, no wonder your sound so, angry and salty
You can get mad, you can get a gang to assault me
I don't give a dang if you roll me old
Because I make your missus wanna bang bang with a Molty
Now my number has no importance, I don't let anger control me
But you saw what I did with that rope to Jordan
So in other words, You don't wanna hang with the old me, c**t (Oi)
You'd be better off dead in a lock shed from getting a head of hot lead
In my memories, I could very incredibly remember everything that these pathetic dogs said
That I've never rocked sets, that I'd never be anything
Now I'm betting they're regretting what lead
My enemies reckon they'll never topped
But instead I'm getting a shot like I'm Cheddar Bob's leg
Gunshot
I've been on the road with the crew hoping to prove, through every show that we do
That we're over the moon like a Rover, now your moment is over cause we're doper than you
Don't you assume I ain't gonna go to your room
Know that it's true that a supernova is due, so is a nuke
You don't wanna go to the booth bro
If you do though, better hope that you move
Move over
