| Okay I’m Rambo I ramshack
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| I’m next to that cheese like rat traps
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| On top of that green like grass ass
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| That’s over y’all head like snapbacks
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| I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in
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| Tryna find an ass I can put my fucking foot in
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| Run this shit no I run this shit
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| Don’t give one fuck bitch I done this shit
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| I did what I say I did
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| Did not fabricate one bit
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| I have been the fucking realest since my exit near the clit
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| That’s where I was born fuck what you on
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| All about me bitch fuck what you doin'
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| Round of applause bitches slap me with some clappin
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| Show my whole fucking ass like a fat bitch in chaps
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| But I’ll be running that shit like a motherfuckin' tracker
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| Like a run-on sense like a motherfuckin' chopper
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| Like a cheetah in the jungle but I’m motherfucking faster
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| Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor
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| Hold up I’m not serious I’m just playin — psych!
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| Fuck your opinion bitch I mean it when I’m sayin that
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| Money and more money is the only shit I’m after
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| You can cut the fake shit
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| I’m not a motherfuckin' actor
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| I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
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| You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper
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| I’ll be on that other shit got that from my other bitch
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| She come from an island or a desert or some tundra shit
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| I am multi-faceted, bitch I do a ton of shit
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| Like I’m diarrhea or whatever’s sitting under it
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| I’m nasty, I’m insane, I’m too much, I spit grains
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| I came from the fuckin' bottom
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| I’m top now, I shift lanes
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| I kick shit, like dope shit
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| Like no shit, like oh shit
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| Get in my way I fuck up everything
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| Like ho shit
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| See, they said that I wouldn’t
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| I do whatever they said I couldn’t
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| I’m not the one to be fucked with
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| Or to be tough with
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| I be on your head like duck, duck, duck bitch
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| I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists
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| Nah, I’m like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt
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| Like when you gon' let me fuck bitch
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| Money and more money is the only shit I’m after
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| You can cut the fake shit
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| I’m not a motherfuckin' actor
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| I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
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| You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper
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| I’m an undefeated bastard
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| My tongue is the fucking rapture, bitch
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| I be at my peak, I am not the one to be mastered
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| I’m the one to be after, I’m sweeping you while I’m dusting
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| I just popped up out the blue, I’m spontaneously combusting
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| Spit a little different, give me just a minute
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| Beat the beat down bitch, fresh it then I kill it
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| We are not the same but they don’t really get it
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| Tell ‘em do the math, hoe—fraction, division
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| Sick flow sick ho, drop me in the clinic
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| Eat 'em 'til the end 'til they back at the beginning
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| Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it ‘til it’s flat dead
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| And never pass a rock like a motherfucking crackhead
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| Money and more money is the only shit I’m after
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| You can cut the fake shit
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| I’m not a motherfuckin' actor
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| I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
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| You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Werkin Girls , by - Angel Haze. Song from the album Reservation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп