Lyrics:
And a dem a try lead you
Mi couldn't work wid a nigga dem
From him a work wid him evil
Mama seh good mix wid a lot of evil
The devil inna lot of people
DJ Khaled
Pat 'em down, count the money, let 'em see the work (yeah)
That's the definition of a major key alert
Another nigga gotta die, won't
network
That is what the fuck I call how to network
My net worth, that net works
Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work
Chillin' with
work at it, we good (don't worry 'bout it)
I don't think they know the truth
Say they saw
I don't think they know, how could they know
I don't
You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note
From the A to Toronto, we let
Show some respect on this deck for the dear departed,
Gather ye's round let's be bound by the work we started,
Save all your strength for
a little dough that's cool with me
Got a little watch a little jewelry
Them Self Made niggas, Volume 3
That work get through like woo!
Shorty got that Ric
ye if yer late,
When we have to push the boat out on a spring tide.
Now ye could die and hope for Heaven, but ye'd need to work your shift,
And I'd
was wanting me)
She thought that loving me was cool
With you at work and the kids at school (she was loving me)
She said that it would never end
work for me?
'Cause I'm not a puppet, I will work against your strings
When I go home
I tend to close the door
I never wanted more
So sing with me
same hurt
Same love, same work
The places we come from may feel so distant
But we're really not that different
(Sing it like your momma taught you)
are miracles at work
For the thirst and for the hunger
Come the conference of birds
And say it's true
It's not what it seems
Leave your broken
aye hoe I got flavor
Meet me then pull out that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I'm Rafer
Put tens on that bitch for the haters
That work it came
And on the last day
He walked out in the sun
He only just discovered the sun
On the last day
And on the last day
When all his work was done
He only just
all the Fast & Furious trucks
See, everyday I put in work and my salary grows
So excuse me I'm not caught up on reality shows
See the Bridges Family
Perion
Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
I prefer Brown liquor, Brown
runnin' up the budget (Yoga flame!)
Keep the work at my baby mama's mama's house
I'm a jerk, you need to work, you need to call my spouse
Yeezy, Yeezy,
To see deep down in my soul
Oh, you make me bloom like a flower at desert road
Magic, or one, or mystery
All of you trying to work on me
I would
work in hotel, all gilt and flash
Remember the place where the doors were smashed?
Bell Boy, I got to get running now
Bell Boy, keep my lip buttoned
You see these work boots in my hands, they'll probably fit ye now my son,
Take them, they're a gift from me, why don't you try them on?
It would do
song
Well, I work all day
Take my money back home
Yeah I work all day
Take my money back home
I ain't got time to party
Ain't got time for you
with a crowd
Of kids that hardly notice I'm around
I work myself to death just to fit in
I'm coming down
Got home on the very first train from town
To see deep down in my soul
Oh, you make me bloom like a flower at desert road
Magic, or one, or mystery
All of you trying to work on me
I would
get all dressed up
To go nowhere in particular
Back to work or the coffee shop
Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough
To be young and in love
To be
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