Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Work Remix, artist - DJ Quick. Album song Quai 54 Edition 2014, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DJ Quick
Song language: English
Work Remix |
I gotta close the window before I record |
‘Cause New York don’t know how to be quiet |
(Work) Stand up! |
(Work) Ferg! |
Hoo! |
Hoo! |
Hoo! |
Coogi down to the socks like I’m Biggie Poppa (baby) |
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers |
But really though, she a silly ho |
‘Cause you know the Fergenstein gettin' plenty dough |
She don’t get nothin' from a nigga though |
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios |
Kinda silly though, but I’m lyrical |
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs |
No tint though, on my window |
So you see a nigga shinin' in the Benzo |
Ballin', got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I’m a pimp though |
No limp though, couldn’t copy my style in Kinkos |
Put in work, run up on a killer, then I put him in the dirt |
Run up in the building, semi gon' squirt |
That’s what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves |
I ain’t lyin', lay 'em on the curb |
Ridin' on a killer who be comin' at Ferg (damn!) |
Girl, you twerk, twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr |
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt |
French got the shovel, he gon' put him in the earth |
Trinidad maniac with an all-gold hearse |
Yeah, uh, put in work |
ScHoolboy Q with a pound of the purp |
So much work he’ll smoke up the Earth |
Polo Ground, A$AP World |
(Haaan!) That ain’t Kanye |
That’s Montana, loose cannon |
He shot me, so I had to do it |
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first |
I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it |
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it |
When they mask up, comin' for your ice |
When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life |
Baby, don’t pray for me, pray for the weak |
I’m drinkin' lean, it help me sleep |
Illuminati? |
I’m from the streets |
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies |
Put in work, put in work |
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt |
Shout out that motherland |
12-years-old with guns in hand |
They don’t ask no questions, nigga |
All they do is bang bang bang |
They don’t ask no questions, all they do is bang bang |
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad, I love ya |
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica, I’m your brother |
I know a bitch from VI |
Yeah-yeah-yeah, that’s my partner |
You got a problem with it |
Then-then-then-then that’s your problem |
I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos |
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole |
I said all I speak is real, y’all niggas might hate me |
But that don’t get no deal |
I said no, that don’t get no deal |
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money |
No green card in this struggle |
Immigration give you nothin' but work (put it in work) |
YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK! |
A lot of niggas died, should’ve been from Hoover Street |
No, I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week |
Pimpin' like I’m 33, move keys like I’m 36 |
Ship O’s like I’m 28 |
Tacoma know I’m pushin' weight |
O-X-Y, I’m in your state |
Eatin' off your dinner plate |
My heart live where Santa stay |
Super fly, I need a cape |
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick |
Passion drippin' off her lip |
She say she never had a Crip |
Uh, put in work, all big booties make it twerk |
All big titties lift your shirt |
Show a player what you’re worth |
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front of the church |
Deacon said I did my shit |
The pastor said, «That nigga turnt» |
Pop my collar on my shirt |
Make these bitches go berserk |
Shippin' units; |
Captain Kirk |
Takin' xannies, poppin' percs |
Might not last, I’ll bomb you first |
Turn your backseat to a hearse |
Back to the lab with mother Earth |
Had to give Young Ferg a verse |
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide |
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine |
Outta line, pistols barkin' (argh argh), ride or die |
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs |
You want that pretty Flacko? |
Ratchets, designer jackets |
The same niggas who jack it |
Be the first who claim we faggots |
My bitch is a movie actress |
Side bitch won a beauty pageant |
Got a chick that worked at Magic |
But I’m so damn fine make a bitch look average |
See, my daddy in Heaven, right next to Ferg’s |
You know what’s up I’m throwin' bucks |
Loaded Lux; |
put in work |