Lyrics:
you're in the dumpster
Couldn't keep it one hundred
You're thirty-two percent
The police got you on a leash nigga you a bitch
Give yo' ass that body work
the work (3x) Ya
Got the ladies jumpin' give em all that Kevin Lovin'
Put it in the oven you know on the mic I'm crushin' ya
Everyday I'm Stuntin', ya
Call
as soon as I land
Yeah that's the plan
Work on work you don't understand
Work for myself can't work for the man damn
We talkin wealth
You talkin rich
How
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
I've been gone for a minute, I haven't called (baby-by-by-by)
I know that you're not home, work in the morning
You can't sleep,
I'd getcha
I work that murk that just the way you like it baby
Turn a quickie into a all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we
Nightmares to the young and clean
Life here ain't for some it seems
Pray for day when heaven stays but
You ain't put no work in for the crown
You ain't put no
indentured
And pleasure's exempt from your tenure
So venture back down to your slum
That's provided at generous prices
Your worth is determined by your
Cutting grass no yard work spacing nah ain't on earth
If shawty put in ball work bet that ima call her
Skills is built from hard work fools just
even when you're wrong
And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone
Am I worth it?
Did I put enough work in?
When the lights shut
me. I'm something to put up with. And to endure that is amazing. I'll be the first to tell you, trust me. y'all could clap 'cause that's some real work
ISN'T IT?
BY THESE GIRLS YOU KNOW
THEY FLIRT FLIRT HURT HURT WORK WORK HUSTLE
YEAH THESE GIRLS YOU KNOW
THEY FLIRT FLIRT HURT HURT WORK WORK HUSTLE
THESE
While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my
up
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity), I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
all bound to time
I be on that work like I'm 'posed to be
I be on this here until you bury me
Buildin' His empire that never die
I bet He'll be
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
the right price she put in work yea
I'm so real that's why my side she gone stay by
you're so fake you're in my way i need to get by
Im'a let her hold that
putting soul into paper put soul into beats
At the time paths were rough that's why there's callus on my feet
Put in the work so I get the percs
Put down
No diggity, I gotta bag it up, bag it up
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I gotta bag it up
She's got class and style
She's managed by the town
, work, is it really gonna
Work, work, is it gonna, is it gonna work
Work it out
So many yes and no's
Picking petals off the daisy and it still grows
Put
where it's at
Run it
Nigga Put in work
Yeah a nigga had to hustle
Nigga Put in work
Had to get it off the muscle
Sometimes it's hard to get it like that
its back to the block (Aye aye uh)
If rap don't work
If rap don't work we gon hit that motherfucking block
We gon' trap it out we gon hustle by any
the fire brigade
Ain't nobody thought I'd make it this far
I told myself that I'd be fine
I've been doing so good so far
I stand by my word, yeah
I work for
Yeah
I had to work on my temp (I)
I put some work on my bitch (Work on my bitch)
Diamonds they sink in my wrist (Sink in my wrist)
(Mmm)
We fucking,
I know what I'm worth if I put in work
I know what I'm worth if I put in work
I know what I'm worth if I put in work
I know what I'm worth if I put
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