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shoreline mafia - moving work lyrics

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
i make money, break money, can’t no n-gg- take from me
boy, you broke, all my n-gg-s stay stuntin’
i’m with rob vicious, we’re not chasin’ no b-tches
we been chasin’ the chicken, my n-gg-s run up the digits
we everything that you isn’t, my n-gg-s handle they business
we not fakin’, no snitchin’, i put my trust in no b-tches
we up in the kitchen, saran wrappin’ and sippin’
heard that p-ssy n-gg- dissin’, ‘nother chop for the victim
i’m a dope dealer, road runner, fenix got the pour comin’
robbin’ n-gg-s, poor runnin’, f-ck around and blow somethin’
i been in the trap but a n-gg- makin’ show money
hatin’ -ss broke lil’ n-gg-s makin’ no money

[verse 2: rob vicious]
i know why you n-gg-s hate me, ’cause i never punched a clock
i still ride with thirty-eights, my lil’ homie love them glocks
b-tch, they call me robbie vicious ’cause i’m vicious in the pot
went from sellin’ junkies smoke to richest n-gg- on the block
i got problems
n-gg-s steady talkin’, but you n-gg-s 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 f-ck your baby mama for drama (gang)
pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin’ out the llama
sucks when n-gg-s 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’ n-gg-s to shippin’ my brother product
n-gg-s 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

[chorus: ohgeesy]
flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
she gon’ ride, i’m gon’ hit in reverse
she been practicin’ and she rehe-rs-
and i’m a p-ssy k!ller, leave it in a he-rs-

[verse 3: ohgeesy]
two sixes, that’s a desert, i do sh-t you n-gg-s doesn’t
poured it up with my lil’ cousin, i was there, you n-gg-s 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 k!ll, 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

[chorus: ohgeesy]
flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
she gon’ ride, i’m gon’ hit in reverse
she been practicin’ and she rehe-rs-
and i’m a p-ssy k!ller, leave it in a he-rs-
flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
she gon’ ride, i’m gon’ hit in reverse
she been practicin’ and she rehe-rs-
and i’m a p-ssy k!ller, leave it in a he-rs-

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