Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Work, artist - Iggy Azalea.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Work |
Walk a mile in these Louboutins, |
But they don't wear these shits where I'm from, |
I'm not hatin, I'm just tellin you, |
I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through. |
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt, |
Sugar cane, back lanes, |
Three jobs, took years to save, |
But I got a ticket on that plane. |
People got a lot to say, |
But don't know shit about where I was made, |
Or how many floors that I had to scrub |
Just to make it past where I am from. |
No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami. |
No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami. |
No money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami. |
I've been up all night, tryna get that rich, |
I've been work, work, work, work, workin on my shit. |
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live, |
I've been work, work, work, work, workin on my shit. |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Workin on my shit. |
You can hate it or love it, |
Hustle and the struggle is the only thin I'm trustin, |
Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget. |
White chick on that Pac shit, |
My passion was ironic, |
And my dreams were uncommon, |
Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me. |
Robbed blind, basically raped me, |
Ran through the bullshit like a matador, |
Just made me madder and adamant to go at ‘em, |
And even the score. |
So I went harder, |
Studied the Carters till a deal was offered, |
Slept cold on the floor recording, |
At 4 in the morning, |
And now I'm passin the bar like a lawyer. |
Immigrant, art ignorant, |
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit. |
Hate to be inconsiderate, |
But the industry took my innocence too late, Now I'm in this bitch! |
You don't know the half. |
This shit get real. |
Valley girls givin blowjobs for Louboutins. |
What you call that? |
Head over heels. |
Pledge allegiance to the struggle, |
Ain't been easy, |
But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle, |
Bags is all we had. |
Do anythin' for my mama, I love you, |
One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice |
That ya managed to muscle. |
Sixteen, you sent me through customs, so |
All aboard my spaceship to Mercury, |
Turn first at the light that's in front me |
‘Cause every night Imma do it like it's my last. |
This dream is all that I need |
‘Cause its all that I ever had. |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Workin on my shit. |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Now get this work! |
Workin on my shit. |