Lyrics:
we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics
yeah, those were the good days
Driving by my own rules
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
Man, I never felt more cool, yeah, it's true
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
Hey
Sit down
You ain't leavin' yet, we're not done
There's a workin' man
With a hell of a plan
Tackle your each and every day
He goes off to work
In
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop."
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
(Pipe that shit up, TnT) ooh-ooh
Mmm, headache from me hurtin'
This Percocet ain't workin'
Hope that you won't do me dirty, yeah
I drink lean
If I'm not workin' or puttin' work in
I'm either wheelin' and dealin'
Or probably jerkin my (censored)
Yep listenin' to nothin', takin' no
I wanna dedicate this song to every workin'
Man and woman in this country
And to everyone that's tryin' to run
A business and constantly punished
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes
Fake punk-ass bitches
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort
Material things don't mean much to me
A good father, husband, and workin' man
Are sometimes so much to see
And all them bills are due
I can't afford to buy
a nine-to-five
Every year, you're makin 30 G's a pop
Workin see, and you're tied to the white man's jock
Movin out of the ghetto cause it troubles you
Makin
and grindin’ and grindin’ for days, yeah
Man I’ve been blowin’ and blowin’ and blowin’ and blowin’ and blowin’ for days, yeah
Shawty on me and she workin
I’m not doin’ this shit for nothin’
Workin’ Graveyard shift from 9 to 3
Real bitches get up and grind
Make they own dough
And stay lowkey
Ain’t
and checked in every night and that was not probation
They gave they two cents and we ain't ask for no donation
Man, you on some other other shit
Just found out
Product of a Working Man
Written by: Dewayne House
Publisher: MACKIEDUWAYNEMUSICBMI
The first steering wheel I ever got to hold,
Was in that
expect nothin from no guy
She plays aggressive but she's still shy
But you'll never know her softer side, by lookin' in her eyes
Knowin' she can do for
[Layzie Bone (Krayzie)]
(Yeah) Yeah...Bone Thugs...
(You know a nigga been all over the world man)
Australia, China, Africa...England (You know
'Cause I've had a hard day today, man, you know
Let me see what's happenin' at the address 'fore I go home
How you doin'? I hope you're fine
Did your
gon' keep on workin' it for
Fargo 'til her thighs broke
I can't throw no if I ever see my side broke
Money, that's that shit that I don't gotta
Would
He been done in by a slippery snake
a man and a woman get to live a while and then they die
It's been that way since the git go
It's been that way
Alright
Everyone knows I'm the hard workin' peace lovin' type
I walk a thousand miles out of my way
Just to keep from a fight
Poke fun
workin' outside shifts
Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bitch
Pussy smells like fish
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