Lyrics:
too, jalapeño
We sell work and she wan' work 'cause she a Pinger
We gon' serve that lil' bitch
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang,
Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my-
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was
sails
They said it wouldn't work, I told them go fuck theyselves
Why you think I'm independent? Visionaries never fail
Why-why you think I'm
Nah, get this work (go get it), you shoulda wore a hardhat
They told us don't work in the summer
I told 'em I'm workin' on somethin'
I'm wavin' my
Fuck that nigga
Don't understand why you still trust that nigga (Work)
With your mind and your heart and your soul (Let's go)
For your goals, in
neighbor
The type of stories that you can't make up
The universe doesn't just work it out, man, it works in our favor
What's Heaven on earth, getting
I'm handlin' business
Work hard, I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
Trap hard, we in the kitchen
Diamonds so cold, light even bend
My niggas don't
girl, fall in line"
Okay, made a million off a dinner fork, watch me switch it up
Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!"
You need that work, I
look at me
Do you see a work of art in the making?
Sketch of what I'll be
I wonder what you see in me
Like what do you think?
When my life is not
always shaking
Just like a flivver
Each morning I get up with the sun
To find at night no work has been done
I know that
Once it didn't matter
runnin', runnin' it up, yeah
We call it a gang, but that's who I work with
Who I put in pain, who I put in work with
Always saying something me, when I be
When I go to work, well it just ain't right
Feels like everything's a fight
Feels like it's too uptight
Too much trouble in my life
If I could
at work
So we could have a stable life
And when my son was born
I had to work even harder
Before I knew it my wife was giving birth to my daughter
Went
the work
I'ma get it, I got 'em and now they all hurt
I'm a let them know, I never let them know
They never seem to know that I am a master (At work
balling down from heaven
All I know is that these rap niggas dry snitching and telling
That work don't even come like that, fuck is you selling? (huh?)
I
to God, take this energy
Turn around the positivity
When you servin' for an activity
Better learn about the history (history)
I was touchin' work in
mama)
Everyone tells him he should work a little harder (hey man get to work, catch up)
(Come onto mama, come on, mama)
They all tell you that freedom
He gotta ride it out before he crash
He on his hustle tryna get the cash
Can't focus, s**t's spinning fast
Laws on him, hope he's got his work
gonna work out
She and I didn’t have one thing in common
And her papers weren’t coming around
I’m on a three day stay with a no way babe
What the hell
Isambard Brunel,
And so they work a double shift, to make the time in full,
No mention of the missing men... they seal the double hull.
The ship was
in here trying to celebrate a birthday
And you know I'm well aware it's a work day
No matter, we still gon' kick it
And we ain't getting trippy, no
The fuck you screamin' on me for I'm puttin' in work
We leave more bodies then the bloods and the crips
This is how it's goin' down nigga thuggin' a bitch
I guess she'll get it
Work my kisses
Work my britches
Every nickel back pays a visit
To my baby yeah, my baby girl
Run around town on a treadmill
Because were survivors were making it work expecting the best when they hope for the worst
One love, this is the way we found
One love, even though
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