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Mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

We come through whylin'
Y'all love it, who don't sex and violence?
She got a phone, send a picture and a text
Fiends want dough, tricks sex

Bitches want dick, pimps a grip
Motherfuckers know when you gon' slip
Man, you rich, you still kick it in the
Sellin' coke and fuckin' bitches real

Don't let 'em fool ya, these bitches ain't
They'll the game and make the gangsters start pimpin' women
He don't want her, she's just a
You gotta use her, you hoes love the d-boy

So let 'em do ya, put them hookers to
He to save the hoe, so he took her to church
Bitches slangin', lootin', hookin',
the credit cards, stealin', cookin' and shootin'

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in Chucks

Have you seen fluent flow?
Well, is how you do it though
Man, I don't give a
Fuck it, how I ride, in the bucket

Trip, I told this nigga to hold his
equipped but don't trip, nigga mold his bitch
The bitch bomb, I think he in of mine
'Cause the is tryin' to put my dick on top of her mind

I'm too G'd up to play games with
Got somethin' to trippin' niggaz lanes and bustin'
I'm Gotti, motherfucker, and T's
Nickels and semi-automatic and beams

I don't really give a fuck about your hood, my
I'm just to make all bad good, my nigga
Got gators for the pimpin', Chucks on the
I trippin' off these busta niggaz, bitches gotta pay me

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
Yeah,

Always poppin' that like you want to
But you don't say a fuckin' thing I come through
I call the shot, gon' touch you
But you ain't even a fag, nigga, fuck you

Always talkin 'bout what a nigga do
But you a hoe, so don't believe you
it up for the world to see
The of Mr. X to the Z, damn

To my niggaz in Cadillacs, swingin' that battle axe
A million every 90 days, imagine that
My habitat is black, ramsacked with gats
Hit a nigga so hard his head gon' touch his back

Dog, set it off, motherfuck haters
I keep it pimpin' for my in my now or later
my mark for my spark, terror tear you apart
You better have you heart, comin' out here after dark

If you start, you must finish, nigga, handle yo' business
you spoke like a menace, you got sent off to the dentist
I don't be goin' back and forth like full tennis
We gon' handle what we gon' handle, have you walkin' in

In a hospital robe, of your body exposed
I stay in militant mode, I holes to your clothes
Because one for the hustle, two for transition
For my in position still cookin' in the kitchen

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks

To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
To all my pimps, in your gators
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in your

To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in gators
And all my gangsters, movin' in your Chucks
To all my pimps, sli-sli-slidin' in your
And all my gangsters, movin' movin' in Chucks
Beotch, mov-mov-movin' in your

Gators,