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Moving Work
57 071
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Moving Work został wydany 7 grudnia 2018 przez Atlantic Records jako część albumu OTXmas
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AlbumOTXmas
Data wydania7 grudnia 2018
WytwórniaAtlantic Records
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM97

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Rob Vicious
Rob Vicious
Vocals
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony C. Delagarza
Anthony C. Delagarza
Composer
Fenix Rypinksi
Fenix Rypinksi
Lyrics
Louis Elveus
Louis Elveus
Composer
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Lyrics
Robert Magee II
Robert Magee II
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bizzy Genius
Bizzy Genius
Producer
New Lane Ant
New Lane Ant
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
I make money, break money, can't no **** take from me
Fake money, boy, you broke, all my **** stay stuntin'
I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches
We've been chasin' the chicken, my **** run up the digits
We everything that you isn't, my **** handle their business
We're not fakin', or snitchin, I put my trust in no bitches
We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin'
Heard that pussy **** dissin', another chop for the victim
I'm a dope dealer, roadrunner, Fenix got the pour comin'
Robbin' ****, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin'
I been in the trap, but a **** makin' show money
Hatin' ass broke lil' **** makin' no money
[Verse 2]
I know why you **** hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with .38's, 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 **** on the block
I got problems
**** steady talkin', but you **** don't want drama
Pull upon 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
Pull up, fire, fire, fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama
Sucks when **** die and it ain't even about no commas
Workin' 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' **** to shippin' my brother product
**** 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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you **** doesn't
Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you **** 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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
Written by: Ohgeesy, Rob Vicious, Fenix Flexin, Master Kato
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