Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time for Work, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Rage & The Machine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2016
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
Time for Work |
What’s going on in this motherfucker? |
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this |
motherfucker |
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker |
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker? |
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker |
Grown than a motherfucker |
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it? |
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches |
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches |
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches |
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body |
she already in the phone probably |
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property |
That’s my definition of a home body |
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky |
Nonetheless I only check her 'cause her dome sloppy |
Gave her all that she could handle though |
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose |
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose |
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze |
To this day her and I remain amicable |
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable |
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me? |
Come on, shorty, let me know |
Come on, shorty, let me know |
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure |
Hurry, girl, I got to go |
Hurry, girl, I got to go |
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you. |
Doing it for the grown and sexy out there. |
35 and up, 35 and up only. |
Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco. |
Call us up, |
1−800−120 for the folk shit. |
We wanna talk to you, come on |
What’s going on in this motherfucker? |
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this |
motherfucker |
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker |
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker? |
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker |
Grown than a motherfucker |
Been thinking about you for quite some time |
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine |
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying |
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of my world |
Just kidding, could tell I like you |
She just moved to Queens |
Hella prideful, with help I buy too |
Everything is hers, Chanel and Michael |
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here |
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go |
On and on and on and |
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and |
Ride and moaning to five in the morning |
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning |
joke alone, Joe Malone |
Of the green bottle same color of provologne |
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne |
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m |
In the focus homes |
And that much real estate like the focus homes |
When the clothes is gone |
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong |
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long |
With me as high king she take her liking |
To trim and piping when the kitchen |
Quite surprising the post of my dreams |
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams |
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem |
eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey |
Getting all up in her guts with it |
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it |
That’s how it sound when we together |
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever |
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me? |
Come on, shorty, let me know |
Come on, shorty, let me know |
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure |
Hurry, girl, I got to go |
Hurry, girl, I got to go |