Lyrics:
the strip
Ain't it funny how nature work?
Make bitches want to bounce on a nigga 'til they make it hurt, c'mon
[Chorus]
Shake yo' shit until you make it
Sissies! Asshole fuckers, or just plain ol' fuckers!"
Verse 1: Brother Marquis:
I'm a part of this, just like you
I'm a disciple of Satan, with work to do
your mouth
Talkin' to your friends lettin all my secrets out
How I put it on in the' morn
Work you over till dawn
?
Don't even stand there looking
been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work
on
I know how to work switches on bitches (uh uh)
Now bring it (down) come on, come on
It's a natural re-flex, to need sex
pop some e-x, greed tech,
the light but they can't handle the glare
You know I ain't the type to walk around with matching shirts
If relationship is effort I will match your work
I
a gal out in Florida she won't swing but the show will sway
Oh boy that's where my money goes
Work my fingers to the bone so I can take more dollars
else's work
Yeah, pimpin', I'm up on all the slang that you make up
But I believe you stay about your marbles and be about your bacon
Youse a player about
what a feelin' (Slay)
Julie Swidler run the buildin' everyday
We don't run from the devil, don't work for the police
Stay up on a level so high they
work?
Swear that you doin' the most
But we take a picture, can't post it
How that work?
Quit your talkin'
Back that shit up
Won't you say my, say my
me feelin' confident
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You make my heartbeat work overtime (work overtime)
I want your body right over mine (right over
Never saw it work out, just drama
Started with my old man and my mama
Figured that's just the way it works
Someone always ends up getting hurt
I
the right person?
Work all your day
Crime does not pay
Love don't apply
Live, to live you must die?
And I can't be late 'cause I was born not to know
Webaba kunzima kulomhlaba
(Father, this world is a difficult place)
Webaba lomsebenzi ubhokile
(Father, the work I do is unending)
Webaba, nemali
smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day
Everything always works out, I have never felt so fucking great
All smiles and sunshine, a perfect
am just a poor boy, mmhmm
Work's my middle name
If money was a reason, I would not be the same
I'll stand up and be counted, mmhmmm
I'll face up
work of art
Questions about life are as old as everything that's ever been
Questions linger on until the end
We are the face in the mirror
Early in the morning
Your eyes meet the sun
Work so hard to feed your wife
And time is so alone
The madness in the evening
With diamonds in your
'Cause they watch you put the work in, then they feel entitled (yup)
Pillow talk and slander, but they don't wanna try you (nah)
It's about what I can
She'll listen to us litigate
While she keeps one eye on the clock
You'll give a thousand reasons why
You don't think that this can work
All I know is
blood and songs are swords
Everybody should be able to afford
Home, food, and a job to work
We the people gettin' robbed
By these corporate jerks
I wonder
mine
The day's long but I need it to be longer
They say gotta keep your head down
This hard work (this hard work) don't make me any stronger
So I'm
my name's a reminder of a pop song people forgot
And I can't keep a girl, no
'Cause as soon as the sun comes up
I cut 'em all loose and work's my
aloud, it woke me up
I don't believe in ghosts
Work's fine, life's good, Ty's nearly 4 now
Smart enough to walk 'round and
Hear what I don't say
The night
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