Lyrics:
Let’s have a kiki, (mother)
I’m gonna let you have it
Let's have a kiki
I wanna have kiki, (dive) (turn) (work)
Let's have a kiki
We’re gonna serve
Waking up, rolling out
Making a living that I'm paying for now
But you ain't gonna find me crying, baby
Work the hours to make you proud
It's
"Hey!"
Butter.
"One of us! Right away!"
"Work"
Uh, where all my hustlers?
(Where them thugs at?)
All my ballers.
What, let's do it like this.
not shining
Just because it's hidden by a cloud
I don't wanna blame myself
Thinking that I'm not enough
And wonder what's wrong with me
Because I
Friday night and a guy's fresh out of work
Talking 'bout the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families, some looking
on and work your body, work your body
Hey Mr. DJ, jam all night long
Hey Mr. DJ play that song for me
Keep it coming Mr. DJ
"Hey!"
Butter.
"One of us! Right away!"
"Work"
Uh, where all my hustlers?
(Where them thugs at?)
All my ballers.
What, let's do it like this.
prayed it all better and
Sunday we heard the news
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
prayed it all better and
Sunday we heard the news
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
Prayer still works
a tall glass
Judgin' by her smile, it's about time to
Shut it down
Lotta work left to do, the sun's still out
But any hay to make can wait for now
by if you try
Everything will wait You'll get over it
Ooh, it's something like loving
If she means so much to you
There's not a thing you shouldn't do
One time here we go (yes, yes one time, yes, yes)
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
Caught in a vibe by
the early morn
Streets cold and damp
Stands at the corner near the Pig and Gun
Lit by a lamp
Break
She has to work hard to scrimp and save
Or he will go
Go
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself
It's later than you think.
You work and work for years and years
There's a southern accent
Where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The Yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But everything
arise
Flesh and blood, I'm yours forever
And forever, it never dies
And if your goldmine comes up empty
I'll be there to work the claim
If you're
(God and man) don't believe in modern love
It's not really work
It's just the power to charm
I'm still standing in the wind
But I never wave bye
one to greet you as a friend
I dress myself for the part
I smile but it just don't work
Something about my face must just be the wrong shape
I
I know you want this
If you want my future then
You better work it, boy
No, it won't come easy, no
I know you want this
By the time I'm through
arise
Flesh and blood, I'm yours forever
And forever, it never dies
And if your goldmine comes up empty
I'll be there to work the claim
If you're
Mm, mm, shake that shit (bow, bow, bow)
Hm, hm, work it, bitch
Don't stop, pop that cat (bow)
Mm, mm, just like that
Mm, mm, shake that shit (brr,
fun, oh baby
I like the way you turn me on (Turn me on)
Just like an old Keith Whitley song
I like the way you shake it, work it (Work it baby)
Ten out
come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride but
Always stay humble and kind
When it's hot, eat a root beer
Maybe this time it'll work out alright
Maybe this time we won't say goodbye but only goodnight
With a love that won't end
If ever I see you again
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