AZ - We Movin lyrics

rate me

Fresh fruits out the juicer

Since juvi jail taught well, I’m a trooper

If she can tell it’s a louie smell like a scooper

And the black blue is your cell, bumping new fuck

Same lusual, linen shorts and loafs

Been in forced to coast, contenders call me the ghost

Why crope, when women open they throat

Sophisticated the dope, with stimulating results

The soul still afloat, still a mill in the vote

Still appeal to the real when it’s wrote

Proper approach I play, check the resume

Fuck what the records say

Only a few of the fire could really rap this way

Chick fetish, I ball with the bricks bedded

No daughters the dick’s leverage

It’s nothing to discredit, embedded

Born with it, my vision was all vivid

I’m living and all did it

Decisions is more digits

More explicit, more deliberative

More … so what is it

Son of the starter, my aura is the adora

A storm can lead the slaughter on quarters, deep on waters

Seek on co morals, speak, speech are farer

2 neat to lauder, 2 at peace for …

I applaud you, fold the pressures and duck your broads

Tryina destroy your hords of the Pandora

Or cam corder, caught with a gram short up

Mandatory 5, that’s when nan was alive

Rap is in danger man, necklace is saying that shit

Give her no dick, that’s how you really restrain a bitch

I’m no husein to this rap, hool is who gassiness

For every tale spittin, that others claim nigga is crazy with

Up in Mercedes whips, new Gucci glue lady kicks

Here wavy, stay fly in that 80’s tip

What can they say to this

Let em pray and wiss

At any minute, the nigga can hornicate the wrist

Slight risk but speak truth the great zeus

All I do is just fuck noth and eat food

From v troops to Venezuela

Sent the tell up, it’s all done for the century

So it’s in the cellar

Hey fella, only few can measure

Taking papers pleasant, they invitation vanilla

The arm legger, arm head with don craig

I’m no one to be whack rap know I’m celeb

From magic city to miss America pageants

Got me passing on pussy never imagine

And swiss crashing, eating from leets laughing

Sneak a freak, keep up with feet fashion

They keep asking how is the shine lasting

I’m too ahead of my time to be a husband

Rhymes craft that come from fine interaction

So niggas passing it’s just a mind of distraction

Dinner napkins tuffed in the button up

Which mean any medallions ding is covered up

Sleeves cuffed, and sippin the tea cup

And c money’s like key money, we reeing up.