Movin On Your Weak Productions Lyrics

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Movin On Your Weak Productions Lyrics

by Royal Flush

f/ Phenom Pacino



[Royal Flush]

Let's get the definition of a foul man, Flush the Royal here

Bustin niggas down, fuck the spoiled plan

Hittin up the snag team vans, army suit, guns and rams

Man, fuck it, if you live this life you got to love it

Whose the one you trusted, organize wit niggas stayin dusted

On the loaf key, if a nigga owe, we got to see me

Weekly, fuck a freebie, Land Rover, Jeeps and TV's

The land see what I see, extortion plus velocity

Murder niggas constantly, no doubt, end of discussion

Started to bustin, if you want beef, bring it to Flushing



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[Phenom Pacino]

I sit and analyze the Earth as it twist on it's axis

Two four the cream without the taxes

The hand cock relaxes, I'm baggin grands up in plastics

My moves must be made everlastin, my past change to present

Prophecies, no market the beats

Push me, to be a revolutionary industry

I clone heat, holdin down 50 g tones a week

Nuff in the smash plans, a wise man don't speak

Cuz jealously, envy, for figga trigga niggas

Bust, evil bitches hold a key to a man's lust

I rush, try to touch what I don't got

If I'm incarcerated, Royal Flush'll blow ya block, muthafucka



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[Royal Flush]

It's like a nuclear reaction, back down guns, niggas is blastin

Streets are cashin, late night, black assassin

Flush'll make it happen, first stickin, I started rappin

Whose the one to blame, when you elevatin the game

Stress before pleasure, niggas get bagged, so whatever

Slugs in leathers, will have ya life, under pressure

Royal handmade, blowin this world just like grenades

Sex to techs to uzi's, niggas can't do me

Since a young child, livin in corrupt, cuz I'm foul

That's my style, nigga did a bullet on the Isle

Meanwhile, my little brother's on the street, holdin heat

Bustin at whatever creeps all night, cuz shit's deep

New York don't sleep, diamond Rolex, cars and drinks

Niggas wit minks, five g stones, and Cuban links

Eyes chink, fuckin wit these niggas made a nigga think

Now I gotta get cheddar, let a nigga shine forever



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