| King shit
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| Yeah, yo
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| Yeah
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| Who else we got?
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| You know who it is
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| Work
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| Sorry for the wait, my nigga
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| Work, work
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| I showed you niggas love with the work though
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| Ugh
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| I know that it took me all day to bring the yay
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| But shit, I’m here now, hope you niggas read' to play
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| I been countin' money all day, what I’ma say?
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| Pull up on my niggas like, «Y'all wanna get paid?»
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| Quarterback the rollers, I’m Aaron Rogers with motors
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| Got the flake with no soda, make mockeries out of quotas
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| Give out eights to my soldiers, play with my paper, I smoke 'em
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| Keepin' a chopper loaded and got no time for no holsters
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| Get a half a slab, let Billy blow up the bag
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| Then hit the hood like a sav, drop anybody I ask
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| See, this ain’t for beginners who scared to get it, I seen it
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| Crystal church and cathedrals for any tweaker that needs 'em
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| Get as much as you need and let 'em go buy the D
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| You wanna hustle for Gs? |
| My nigga, let’s get this cheese
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| Took a brick out the earth, came back home with a smirk
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| In border racks and solid packs he’ll finally blow up
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| We got work, holdin' down the turf, tax whoever serve
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| If you ain’t gettin' your work from us, your business will get curbed
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| We got work, up and down the turf, cut some packs and swerve
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| 'Bout to put the hood on lock when I send out all these birds
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| I know that it took me all day to bring the yay
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| But shit, I’m here now, hope you niggas read' to play
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| I been countin' money all day, what I’ma say?
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| Pull up on my niggas like, «Y'all wanna get paid?»
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| Work, work, (Work)
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| Work now, run that shit
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| We got work, bitch, it’s Bogish
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| Work now, yeah when the cash in
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| We got work now, yeah
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| Work, work, work, work
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| I’m just a middle man nigga, rockin' cocaine, nigga
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| All these rats and these robbers got my finger on the trigger
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| You bound to end up dead or in the fed or somethin'
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| Sittin' 'round, ain’t gettin' more than dough, what you scared or somethin'?
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| I was raised 'round convicts who stayed pullin' licks
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| Started off in this bitch with a mask and pistol grip
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| Runnin' off at the lip 'bout the grip he was makin'
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| Braggin' to his bitch 'cause he bringin' home the bacon
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| But his damn mouth flyin' off like a rocket
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| Caught him up in the parkin' lot and I robbed him
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| Was icy than a bitch, now he naked like a stripper
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| And wanna put some bread on my head like a skripper
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| Everything on twenty-fours, a thousand grams out the door
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| Pick a bird then let it go, that’s eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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| Colder kis in the fold, never speakin' on the phone
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| The tweakers at the liquor sto', they fiendin' for that solid gold
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| Drop a tenner on the floor, they gladiator for that dope
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| Got this chrome Calico that eat you like an animal
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| Crush your skull like cantaloupes, they cannibals, ain’t at a loss
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| Flood the block with hella dope and I’ll be rich forever, folks
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| Stuntin' like I’m Puffy Combs, I took out a student loan
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| Bought a half a square of 'yo, now I got that product, bro
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| Come and get a lot of dope, nodders know, all day
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| I stop-and-go, shinin' like I’m MOP & GLO, pop that, bro
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| I know that it took me all day to bring the yay
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| But shit, I’m here now, hope you niggas read' to play
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| I been countin' money all day, what I’ma say?
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| Pull up on my niggas like, «Y'all wanna get paid?»
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| Work, work, (Work)
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| Went J-O for some bucks, threw fifty in the stash
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| Went straight to the bank, had a hundred, no dash
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| Kid not, this ain’t a game
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| My interscope got an aftermath that’ll emulate
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| This shit’s insane
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| Yeuch, I ain’t been the same
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| Pull up, pull up, chill, I do damage
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| Fuck it, hold up, still
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| Keep it always hundred still
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| Break it, roll it, hit it, here (Whoo)
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| Never conceal snitches, doggin' my heels
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| Duck motherfucker, my gun duck for reals
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| Slay haters, death appeal
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| Get up out my face you fake imitators
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| Activate flame, I blaze instigators
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| Rectify, best if I
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| Let the nine blast instead of testify
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| Bullets to your dome and accessorize
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| I sully I defy
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| Against all odds, go hard 'til I die
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| Punk ass haters, meet the four-five
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| I know that it took me all day to bring the yay
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| But shit, I’m here now, hope you niggas read' to play
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| I been countin' money all day, what I’ma say?
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| Pull up on my niggas like, «Y'all wanna get paid?»
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| We got work now, work now (Work now, work now)
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| Work, work, (Work) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Work (feat. Young Buck, Project Pat & Sullee J), artist - Cashis. Album song The County Hound 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп