We Movin' Lyrics & Tabs by AZ
We Movin'
guitar chords lyrics
Fresh fruits out the juicer
Since juvie jail, toured well Im'a trooper
If she can tell It's a louis smell I can scoop her
In a black-bluish SL, bumpin Luther
Saint Lucia, linen shorts and loafs
Been across the coast, contenders call me the GOAT
Why grope, when women open their throats
Sophisticated adults with stimulating results
The Sos.still afloat, still a mil in the vault
Still appeal to the real when it's wrote, proper approach
I play, Check the resume' Fuck what a record say
Only a few certified can really rep this way
Chick fetish, a baller them bricks bet it
No daughters, the Dick's leveraged, it's nothing to discredit
Embedded, born wit it my vision was all vivid
Chick fetish, a baller them bricks bet it
No daughters, the Dick's leveraged, it's nothing to discredit
Embedded, born wit it my vision was all vivid
I'm living the lord did it, decisions is more digits
More explicit, more deliberate
More extraordinaire so what is it?
Son of a snorter, My aura is Diadora
Extorting can lead to slaughter, quarters deeper waters
Seeking kimora, speak sweet sephora
Too neat to loiter, too at peace for fraudure
I applaud ya, If all the pressure ain't dogged ya
Broads tryna destroy ya, Whores of the pandora
On camcorder caught with a gram shorters
Mandatory 5 thats when yam was alive
Reckless endangerment, necklace insane and shit
Give her no dick, that's how you really restrain a bitch
I'm the Hussein of this, rap rulers fugazziness
Fairy-tale spitting that others claim niggas crazy with
Up in mercedes whips, new gucci blue-navy kicks
Hair wavy, stay fly on that 80's tip
What can they say to this? Let em pray and wish
At any minute a nigga can 100k the wrist
Slight lisp, but speak truth the greek zeus
All I do is just fuck, nut and eat fruit
From Re-coups to Venezuela, send the tailor
Its all done with the century service in the celler
Hey fella, Only few can measure
Taking paper is pleasure, they imitation vanilla
The arm legger, arm head, with don cred
Im no wanna-be wack rap non-celeb
From magic city to miss america pageants
Got me passin on pussy never imagined
In suites crashin, eating felipes laughin
Sneaker freak, keep up with feet fashion
They keep asking, How is his shine lasting?
Im too ahead of my time to be a has-been
Rhymes crafting come from crime interaction
So niggas spazzing, is just a minor distraction
Dinner napkins tucked in the button-up, which means
Any medallion that's dangling is covered up
Sleeves cuffed, sippin a tea cup
Them C-moneys like key-money when re-in up
