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