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Cecille will pick out all your clothes
Blue is her best color, no red I think
Your bath is drawn by Mrs. Greer
Soap, no, bubbles, I think

Annette
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin' with
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin' with
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin' with
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m workin' with
Bust it wide open, let you see what I’m
say
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I've been workin' too hard
I've been workin' too hard
I've been workin' too hard
I
the Hennessy
And like your boy from Compton said
You know this dick ain't free!
I got girls that I shoulda made pay for it
Got girls that I should made wait
Rosalie 
From Transylvania's land 
Her father was the prince of the dawn 
By the name of Lord Tyrant 

Rosalie began to cry 
Oh Ula Drake said she 
I
say
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

I've been workin' too hard
I've been workin' too hard
I've been workin' too hard
Fields they’re making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I’m workin’ overnighters right by the motel
Drug money,
Fields they’re making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I’m workin’ overnighters right by the motel
Drug money,
at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole ah!
Three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury,
you
All the way up there all by yourself
Well, if this workin' girl were you
She'd just enjoy the view
'Cause it's lonely at the bottom too
Lonely
Jewish
My nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to God I aint nervous, naw

[Chorus]
Ok, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
I say
these days

Soulja Boy, Drake
Oh, we made it
Turn me up just a little bit in the headphone
Worldwide
International

Nigga we made it, aye
We made it
Nigga
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap

Late night hustle goin' down in the city
A one way street on the wrong
Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I
Used to know a girl lived down there 
And she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper
'Cause thats
it with the Spaniards in the middle of the Med.

Well we hired our funds
Saw the pretty girls a comin'.
There wasn't quite as many as there was
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
the girls on the telephone
All the girls standin' all alone
All the girls sittin' on the wire
Who one by one fly into the fire

Be careful how you bend
Used to know a girl lived down there 
And she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it for supper
'Cause thats
when you pass by
Get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song!
Do yo' thang don't be scared, cause you gon' get served
You get mine then
leavin'
'Cause I've left that girl so many times before

By the time I make Albuquerque she'll be workin'
She'll probably stop at lunch and give me
When I was a boy in the days of the train
I'd sit by the tracks on a long summer day
And I'd wave at the brakesman
And he'd wave back at me
While
when you pass by
Get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song!
Do yo' thang don't be scared, cause you gon' get served
You get mine then
to bus with me
But I would say girl don't be dumb, I'm riding shotgun
We could go to my house after school after school, after school
Cause my dad don't