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Tory Lanez - Gotta Move On Kings Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Bryson Tiller, Fabolous & Diddy]
She don't want it, she don't want it (I guess)
She don't want it (I guess I gotta move on)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (She don't want it, yeah)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Let's go then, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Fabolous, Diddy & Bryson Tiller]
Look
Back in my bag, back in my Fab'
Had to grab a white jacket and get back in the lab
I thought you had my back 'til my back's gettin' stabbed
Now I'm back of the 'Bach and you back in a cab, ooh, come on
Gotta move a lil' different
Ups and downs but you can't tell the difference
Went too far, gotta love from a distance
Damn, that's crazy, I really wasn't listenin'
If I fuck with you, you gon' feel that shit
If I don't fuck with you, you gon' feel that shit too (Talk to 'em)
Stay in your bag, not your feelings, shit
And now I'm on that Diddy, Bryson Tiller shit too (Let go)
Maybach Mercedеs, newborn baby, yeah (Yeah)
Puttin' that shit on likе AD, yeah
Playin' with them bucks like Brady, yeah
Think I'm runnin' back, it's crazy, yeah (Yeah)
I got some shit to move
I don't want my groove back, I wanna switch my groove
Improve and shit but I ain't got shit to prove
Like a chilled DeLeón shot, shit's been smooth (Let's toast)
May all your pain be champagne
It didn't got the way you planned but plans change
I don't want your love
Thought I was feelin' you but you a munch my love (Said she, let's go)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
She don't want my love, I guess I gotta move on
Yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah), oh yeah (Oh nah, oh, woah)
She don't want my love, I guess I gotta move on
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh no

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez, Diddy & Bryson Tiller]
Say I gotta move on, baby
You've gone crazy
Flippin' the script on me like a futon, baby
Me, Bryson hit on me like u-haul, baby
Comin' off strong like the perfumes that I put you on, baby (Yeah)
Too frustratin'
Shawty so cold, gotta throw a cool song for the woosah baby
The ooh-nah, baby
You can't spell fuckin' without "U" and "I", baby (Come on)
And that's why when we fuck, I get to fuckin' from the backside
Take a minute out my day to let her act right
Pull her whole cornrow like the trackside, that's how I vibe
Slow down (Yeah)
Baby, don't just hold it in your hand, go down
Any plan to get 'em anyway, now go 'round
Next time I get this close, slow down (Next time I get this close, I'ma)
Said she (Let's go, ooh)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller, Tory Lanez & Diddy]
She don't want my love (No), I guess I gotta move on (Said I got I got to move on)
I guess, I guess, I guess (I guess), I came a little too strong, I guess (Woah-oh, yeah)
She don't want my love (Yeah), I guess I gotta move on (Yeah, I guess I gotta move on, come on)
Don't wanna waste your time but I guess I gotta move on, I guess (Let's go)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag
(She don't want my love) Love
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (My love)
Get in your bag, stay in your bag (Oh, yeah)
As we proceed to give you what you need
This is the remix
Oh-ah, yeah, yeah
Woah-ooh, yeah
Yeah-yeah