Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moving Work, artist - SHORELINE MAFIA. Album song OTXmas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Moving Work |
| I make money, break money, can’t no nigga take from me |
| Boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin' |
| I’m with Rob Vicious, we’re not chasin' no bitches |
| We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits |
| We everything that you isn’t, my niggas handle they business |
| We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches |
| We up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin' |
| Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim |
| I’m a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin' |
| Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin' |
| I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money |
| Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money |
| I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock |
| I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks |
| Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I’m vicious in the pot |
| Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block |
| I got problems |
| Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don’t want drama (Nah) |
| Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama |
| I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama |
| Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang) |
| Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama |
| Sucks when niggas die and it ain’t even 'bout no commas |
| Work a nine to five and you won’t even spend a dollar |
| I grind for me and mine, that’s why these kicks on me Prada |
| Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product |
| Niggas talkin' crazy, that’s what got the party shot up |
| He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him |
| Who shot him? |
| that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us |
| Flippin' work, sippin' dirt |
| She gon' ride, I’m gon' hit in reverse |
| She been practicin' and she rehearse |
| And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse |
| Two sixes, that’s a Desert, I do shit you niggas doesn’t |
| Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn’t |
| In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain’t no cap |
| I just did a sixteen, I ain’t talkin 'bout no rap |
| Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill |
| Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill |
| You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils |
| So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel |
| Flippin' work, sippin' dirt |
| She gon' ride, I’m gon' hit in reverse |
| She been practicin' and she rehearse |
| And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse |
| Flippin' work, sippin' dirt |
| She gon' ride, I’m gon' hit in reverse |
| She been practicin' and she rehearse |
| And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse |