Move
Tinchy Stryder Song Lyrics

Yeah it's stryder man... and we're live in the booth... and we hear this you better start bangin' ya head to this one... move to this one... we're live... move move move

[Chorus]

Let me see you move loosin' up yourself & move put your hands up find a corner bang your heads and move

Stryders here so move keepin' on steppin' move just make sum noise raise your voice lose your voice and move

Let me see you move loosin' up yourself & move put your hands up find a corner bang your heads and move

Stryders here so move keepin' on steppin' move just make sum noise raise your voice lose your voice and move

[Verse 1]

I'm stryder boy I'm right I'm a black belt to the mat and witta little bit of truth no rules no fairytales no hands to the facts

And I know dem boys dat have so much when ya open ya mouth don't say so so and if ya get runnin' ya mouth in the streets

Ya might get caught on my gat it's just changed you could git caught on ya own it's ya own you did't change ya tone

And I face with dem boys dat looked toned and your facin' dem boys with the steel 6 of em weight bout a ton of steel

Best not mess when the boys get rude where you think I'm a send you pluck ya pockets git back to the watch n get real

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[Verse 2]

Find a corner make a rep bang your records make the biggest noise don't be scared to let it out and raise your voice do you rep and were you reppin'

Rep it for ya boys cause life is real n' nowadays people still play with toys so just know wut ya doin' know ya self out here and watch wut ya sayin'

Watch yourself on ya own can't git rude out there wut ya sayin' blud yo just know wuts happenin' all the streets and wuts poppin' don't ask the wrong thing just move

Don't need to react just move

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[Verse 3]

Now I've been told I can't be controlled hit me up on the rest then I'm skippin' the intros throwin' on west skippin' them gypo's

Make them musicals round the round make my flow tha shit tho see I pick off the mark good head start I should't have gone bang

Nine times I bark I make ya run boys with clubs set to make you run too many men heere all south don't worry stab them slit them

Jump over barriers once there is a band full of true hustlers now we battlers yeah we true battlers more battlin' to the end

Four clips to the end then I break sum bad boy up in the endz I'll break sum men bad boy to the end four of em bad to the end

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