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Shoreline Mafia - Moving Work [Official Music Video]
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Stimme und Gesang
Rob Vicious
Rob Vicious
Stimme und Gesang
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Anthony C. Delagarza
Anthony C. Delagarza
Komponist:in
Fenix Rypinksi
Fenix Rypinksi
Texte
Louis Elveus
Louis Elveus
Komponist:in
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Texte
Robert Magee II
Robert Magee II
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bizzy Genius
Bizzy Genius
Produzent:in
New Lane Ant
New Lane Ant
Produzent:in

Lyrics

I make money, break money Can't no nigga take from me Fake money, boy, you broke All my niggas stay stuntin' I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches We've been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits We're everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business We're not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin' Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim I'm a dope dealer, roadrunner, fenix got the pour comin' Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin' I've 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 38, 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 (ay) Might fuck your baby mama for drama (gang) Pull up, fire-fire-fire, 'em 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 (ay) 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 50 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 dozen, 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 16, 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 95 mills 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
Writer(s): Robert Magee, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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