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I got work work work work work feel like I'm rari bae
Watch me skrt skrt skrt skrt like it's a rari ay
She thought she was pressure I told that
the measurements
And don't compare to no suckers I'm better than
Its like clockwork
New batteries
Got to make sure the clock work
Invested my all into plan A
How
the house say, "I"
Say, "I", if you not scared to die
You can look a nightmare square in the eye, say, "I"
Soldiers gone psyco, why?
I be your boot camp
Annie Taylor bought herself a trailer,
And headed for the Golden State.
She had confidence she could work for defense,
To help to beat the sappy
games that dog ain't with
Suck my dick, behind my back dog ain't shit
Well this is it, from now on if you ain't out the camp
We out to vamp, put 'em up
ramblin' bring you joy
Here's to you, my ramblin' boy
May all your ramblin' bring you joy
In Tulsa town we chanced to straight
We thought we'd try to work
hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I
work it (yeah, yeah)
You know ain't nobody perfect (yeah, yeah)
Go ahead, go talk about me (me)
You don't know
The half of the shit that I've seen
homeboys into amputees
And that's not a good look, momma was a chef, but daddy cooked the work
Said "I know it stank but it's good"
Look, we treat them
Release Therapy, rock, rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock it and make it work, girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt, girl
You, you been lookin'
it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you want a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp
Philly, out that back door of the 'Lac wit a yak, gettin' drunk off in it
Through the Chi like North, North, South, South
Niggas talk shit put that work
rock
Rock, rock, rock it and make it work, girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt, girl
You, you been lookin' a little tipsy
So if you could just
Best day of my life
Best day of my life
The year 11's are away on camp and they usually sit on the bench
But because they were away on camp
We got
Tuesday morning in the summertime
Everybody at the park is feelin' just fine
Camp is starting, it's just about nine
We're all smilin' in the sweet
drugs and pistols, can't be thinkin' simple
Tightened up my circle, someone in the camp been leakin' info
The Maybach triple black, the shit relaxin',
Naggo Head camp
A deh so we make bwoy lost like pendant
No pussy can box me pon God's Earth (No!)
Unless mi blood clot and nah work
Mi guns and mi
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros
Tulsa town we chanced to stray,
We thought we'd try to work one day.
The boss said he had room for one,
Said my old pal we'd rather bum.
So here's
a doggone cowboy all of my life
I'm up at the crack of dawn
And I throw the bacon on
Seems somehow my work is never through
When I get done at night
All
you were, see the way you smirk I'm catching you
where you work
God only knows all the trouble that grows
Deep beneath my soul dealing with you assholes
Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry;
His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky;
This world was lucky to see him
rock climb
Put that on somethin' nah man I was lying
But tell me what you know about it
(know about it)
Fat camp I can't go without it
(go without it)
looked at my momma and said: "damn
Why you snitch?" they put me on punishment
But that didn't work
Now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt
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