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Put The Work In

Put the work in 
Aye 
Put the work in 
Put the work in 

Told the baby girl she gotta do it with a purpose 
Madonna by the mirror

grab to roll/
Pussy, money, weed I know, I need in three’s like triangles/
I get high to fly straight yo, hide my face in thighs so cold/
Why get by when

baby, two at a time, with lefts and rights
And won't get tired 'til we all ball, causin' a riot
Can't even see no peace and quiet
So I decided misery I'll

vibes to catch
I told her don't get attached, what are feelings, we don't do that
Hard work got me sore as hell, I popped a muscle relaxer
She rub me down

the credits roll then its known who did what
You see my name lit up big as fuck
Acknowledgment for a lot of shit
Punch lines the critics didn't get
Metaphors

objects in the microwave punching hot shrapnel in your chest
Venomous lyrics, infected track. No antidote
So I suggest my dude you use the back door

Iv just been peeping by from the borderlines
Tripping but I'm stuck thinking bout you baby I'm mortified
And All that time you said it was love but

and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliers

Like Mutual

fuck by how she lookin'
Probably pay her rent, the only way to get the pussy
Life been kinda hard, she don't drink but she do bars
Don't forget your

to ME
You wanna be my man, cause I’m young, wild and free
I’d give you some time but I get distracted by the mirror
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, never mind

The D.U.I. Song(s)

Yo Gotti

Fried Turkey

2013

just young we don't give a fuck bout nothing. So they careless, not wearing a seat belt. Fasten up, time out like Zack in uh, Saved By The Bell. Say fuck

know you gotta take the first step, 
 To get to where you want to be, 
 Just get on track and don't look back, 
 Cause it's the only way that you're

repent
Slid on the opps in the Raptor, Gary Trent
Five hundred thousand on me, 'bout to count up every cent
Two hundred thousand to my jeweler, got back

Yea, yea k Camp
Woaah look

I live my life with no regret
The bullshit that I've been through
That made me who I am
Barely get no sleep I'm clocked

Running on Fumes

Upchurch

King of Dixie

2017

metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a hand by a sexual bitch
So get the fuck around me acting all extra

was tough man, coming up
I played my Walkman when I was walking, to the bus
Don't get caught, man, money talk, man, listen up
My trigger finger by

let me go to jail and then get out and heard you fell off
I'ma peel these calendars inside the dirty cell off
I ain't gon' sell out, knock this time

That's When Ya Lost

Souls of Mischief

Sound Bwoy Buriell (93' Til Infinity)

on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts (impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads) 
Dead with my lead graff
I cloth thee,

That's When Ya Lost

Souls of Mischief

Recon-Struction 2

on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts (impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads) 
Dead with my lead graff
I cloth thee,

ball under chest pass
Paul on the step back
Get that girl a press pass

She grown now she grown now
She grown now

I don't care what day it is
Going hard

governmental secrets
Now in every city it's civilians screaming
Everybody leaving, no time for chit chat
Stuck and I don't know how I'm gone get back
Even

tiramisu vermicelli
So baby tell me
Where you wan go tonight we can just go
Love how you whining it fast and then slow
Way that she bussing it back

Love forsaken, my baby don’t disappoint 
Uh
I hate myself, but you tell me im fine 
Lock me down, let’s stop wastin time 
Like 
I don’t need you tomorrow

me
Never watch the clock
Baby it's your turn
Still aiming for the top
If the tables were turned
You get burned by the business
When you swimming with