Lyrics:
I'm tired of this dirty old city
And tired of too much work
And never enough play
And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks
Think I'll walk
cry over you
These foolish games you keep playing
Might work with somebody else
But I could have told you
Right from the start
No man is man
will end, I don't know
I thought I was so good
I thought I was fine
I feel my world is out of time
But everything is gonna work out fine
If it
diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggas talk
you
I learned that if you work hard it's funny where it'll take you
Probably roll you one up and bake you
I'm constantly on my job to see what's
man can't get nowhere today
Lord, a working man get nowhere today
A working man ain't got no time to play
Today I work my fanny off and leave it lay
Whipping up some work
Phone going off, trap going berserk
Hit the road cause a nigga need to earn
Big back, she make it whine and twerk
Hit it
work with her (oh now)
'Cause she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse, scream and holler
'Til she lose her voice
Yeah, she
'cause the truth hurts
And it hurts me too, I would cry with you
but I gotta work, I gotta work (hush, hush)
She say, "you better be workin' and not
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be with a nigga
But she posted with my clique
Right here posted in my whip
Posted on my dick
She supposed to be at work
Everyone's happy
Finally it's the weekend
All the hard work's behind me, yeah
And I just invited all my friends
I'm bout to throw something
pick every bit up
I work everyday and I sip when I get up
You heard what I say, yeah, I sip when I get up
And work everyday I'm a hell of a nigga
Smoke
paper up
Workin' on myself, workin' on myself
While I work on everybody else, everybody else
Homie, I been workin'on myself, workin' on myself
While I
aww man
Got the whole city screamin' "aww man"
Whippin' that work like a spatula
I stay up late like I'm Dracula
I keep the keys like a janitor
Still no job, bitch I ain't heard
Put a ho on the strobe and told her, "Get to work"
She dropped a Xanny in this drink, the Rollie in her purse
Then
that work boy
You ain't leavin' here 'til I wed first
Type to make your head burst
Oh, lil mama with the head work
She suck my dick 'til my leg lurch
She
some day
We just might work it out forever.
I'll meet you halfway, That's better than no way.
Will there come a day when you and I can say
We can
Hollygrove, Hollywood
Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town
We used to drive back and forth with the work praying
Lord please don't let this car break down
H-Town!
more
I was born to love you I've got nothing to hide
I know about your secret side
So shut me out, I'll never let go
'Cause I can work a spell
pictured the fate, is it true?)
'Cause I try to make this shit work
(But it seems like is it your feelings
You kept them hatin' bitches all in our business)
a couple hundreds layin' on the counter
I don't know where that came from
I got artwork from hard work, yardworkers for yard work
Don't look under
sick of being a virgin
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait,
to your toes
If you know what I'm talking 'bout
Let me see you work it out
Girl that's what I'm talking 'bout
I got sexy ladies all over the floor
bounce (Let 'em bounce)
Two steppin' lil' mama work it out (Work it out)
Go down (Go down)
Now get dirty (Get dirty)
Go down (Go down)
Now get dirty
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