Mrs. Making Moves

Lyrics

Haha! Oh You thought I couldn't get hyped up? Okay (haha) 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 Haha! Yup! Underdoggy style, ya dig? Haha... Ah! Dub P!