Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Werkin Girls, artist - Angel Haze. Album song Reservation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Werkin Girls |
Okay I’m Rambo I ramshack |
I’m next to that cheese like rat traps |
On top of that green like grass ass |
That’s over y’all head like snapbacks |
I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in |
Tryna find an ass I can put my fucking foot in |
Run this shit no I run this shit |
Don’t give one fuck bitch I done this shit |
I did what I say I did |
Did not fabricate one bit |
I have been the fucking realest since my exit near the clit |
That’s where I was born fuck what you on |
All about me bitch fuck what you doin' |
Round of applause bitches slap me with some clappin |
Show my whole fucking ass like a fat bitch in chaps |
But I’ll be running that shit like a motherfuckin' tracker |
Like a run-on sense like a motherfuckin' chopper |
Like a cheetah in the jungle but I’m motherfucking faster |
Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor |
Hold up I’m not serious I’m just playin — psych! |
Fuck your opinion bitch I mean it when I’m sayin that |
Money and more money is the only shit I’m after |
You can cut the fake shit |
I’m not a motherfuckin' actor |
I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor |
You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper |
I’ll be on that other shit got that from my other bitch |
She come from an island or a desert or some tundra shit |
I am multi-faceted, bitch I do a ton of shit |
Like I’m diarrhea or whatever’s sitting under it |
I’m nasty, I’m insane, I’m too much, I spit grains |
I came from the fuckin' bottom |
I’m top now, I shift lanes |
I kick shit, like dope shit |
Like no shit, like oh shit |
Get in my way I fuck up everything |
Like ho shit |
See, they said that I wouldn’t |
I do whatever they said I couldn’t |
I’m not the one to be fucked with |
Or to be tough with |
I be on your head like duck, duck, duck bitch |
I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists |
Nah, I’m like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt |
Like when you gon' let me fuck bitch |
Money and more money is the only shit I’m after |
You can cut the fake shit |
I’m not a motherfuckin' actor |
I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor |
You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper |
I’m an undefeated bastard |
My tongue is the fucking rapture, bitch |
I be at my peak, I am not the one to be mastered |
I’m the one to be after, I’m sweeping you while I’m dusting |
I just popped up out the blue, I’m spontaneously combusting |
Spit a little different, give me just a minute |
Beat the beat down bitch, fresh it then I kill it |
We are not the same but they don’t really get it |
Tell ‘em do the math, hoe—fraction, division |
Sick flow sick ho, drop me in the clinic |
Eat 'em 'til the end 'til they back at the beginning |
Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it ‘til it’s flat dead |
And never pass a rock like a motherfucking crackhead |
Money and more money is the only shit I’m after |
You can cut the fake shit |
I’m not a motherfuckin' actor |
I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor |
You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper |