Maurice Moore Sensei Lyrics
Sensei by Maurice Moore
[Intro: Maurice Moore]
Oooooh ah ah ah ahh
Oooooh ah ah ah ahh
[Verse 1: Maurice Moore]
Yeah, I been on a roll
Half a milli for a show
Okay maybe not a milli
But a nigga isn't broke'
If you talking bout my camp
Bitch I'm coming for your throat
Put "The Loudest Silence out
Just so you could feel my soul"
This my first mixtape
And they calling me the G.O.A.T
I ain't asking for no title
That's just something that they know
Wow Siri lost count of the women in my phone
And I make them fall down like we playing dominoes
[Chorus: Maurice Moore]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm almost famous, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm almost, almost
[Verse 2: Maurice Moore]
No you never see me out
Got a lab up in my house
If you catch me at the club
Then you know I'm getting clout
By the way, I don't play no games
I don't like charades
If I don't fuck with a nigga
I'm a tell him to his face
They can't handle the realness, no
I'm so good it hurts, its a gift and curse
I'm just tryna get it like it's Black Friday
And wifey wan' a purse
[Chorus: Maurice Moore]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm almost famous
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm almost, almost
(I swear to God)
[Verse 3: Maurice Moore]
I brought the whole damn city out
Cell phones up in the sky
I make it litty out
Waste mans talkin' crazy ?
Chris gon' take him out
And put some dots up on his head
Like he breaking out
Fairlea Crescent days
When a nigga was just running routes
Star running back on scholarship
Why is he dropping out
Insane, that's what they called me
'Til the cheque came
But I was wise all along
Call me sensei
[Verse 4: Maurice Moore]
I'm tryna get you all alone in my bed
Shorty bring it right here
We been working too hard for this
Yeah you know that ain't fair
I ain't tryna hurt ya
Just tryna get to know ya
I just wanna love ya
Don't wanna control ya
They wanna take me away from you
But sensei bite back like cobra
Wise men stay close to the enemy
So if a nigga act up, game over
Swing a little bit and come to my side
I don't wanna miss you in this life
Stay a little bit, just a little bit for me
You singing like oooooh ah ah ah
Oooooh ah ah ah ahh
Got us singing now oooooh ah ah ah ahh
She call me sensei, sensei, sensei
Ahh
Oooooh ah ah ah ahh
Oooooh ah ah ah ahh
[Verse 1: Maurice Moore]
Yeah, I been on a roll
Half a milli for a show
Okay maybe not a milli
But a nigga isn't broke'
If you talking bout my camp
Bitch I'm coming for your throat
Put "The Loudest Silence out
Just so you could feel my soul"
This my first mixtape
And they calling me the G.O.A.T
I ain't asking for no title
That's just something that they know
Wow Siri lost count of the women in my phone
And I make them fall down like we playing dominoes
[Chorus: Maurice Moore]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm almost famous, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm almost, almost
[Verse 2: Maurice Moore]
No you never see me out
Got a lab up in my house
If you catch me at the club
Then you know I'm getting clout
By the way, I don't play no games
I don't like charades
If I don't fuck with a nigga
I'm a tell him to his face
They can't handle the realness, no
I'm so good it hurts, its a gift and curse
I'm just tryna get it like it's Black Friday
And wifey wan' a purse
[Chorus: Maurice Moore]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm almost famous
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm almost, almost
(I swear to God)
[Verse 3: Maurice Moore]
I brought the whole damn city out
Cell phones up in the sky
I make it litty out
Waste mans talkin' crazy ?
Chris gon' take him out
And put some dots up on his head
Like he breaking out
Fairlea Crescent days
When a nigga was just running routes
Star running back on scholarship
Why is he dropping out
Insane, that's what they called me
'Til the cheque came
But I was wise all along
Call me sensei
[Verse 4: Maurice Moore]
I'm tryna get you all alone in my bed
Shorty bring it right here
We been working too hard for this
Yeah you know that ain't fair
I ain't tryna hurt ya
Just tryna get to know ya
I just wanna love ya
Don't wanna control ya
They wanna take me away from you
But sensei bite back like cobra
Wise men stay close to the enemy
So if a nigga act up, game over
Swing a little bit and come to my side
I don't wanna miss you in this life
Stay a little bit, just a little bit for me
You singing like oooooh ah ah ah
Oooooh ah ah ah ahh
Got us singing now oooooh ah ah ah ahh
She call me sensei, sensei, sensei
Ahh