Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got Work, artist - OJ Da Juiceman. Album song BoulderCrest Hero, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 32 ENTERTAINMENT
Song language: English
I Got Work |
In the kitchen once again |
I done gave the dope a (?) |
Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend |
Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid |
Thousand pills and thousand seals |
Fuck you niggas, come again |
I got work (work, work, work, work) |
I got work (work, work, work, work) |
I got work (work, work, work, work) |
I got work (work, work, work, work) |
I got work |
80 baby crazy |
In this kitchen with Patrick Swayze |
And the yay is dirty dancing and it’s white like (?) nigga |
I just bought a mansion way before the rap advances |
Michael Jackson with the work cuz I make the J’s start dancing |
All this guacamole, got my pants on MC Hammer |
Smoking on that gas like a nigga got cancer |
They say bands a make her dance, so i turned her to a dancer |
(?) with the bags, got me riding on Prances |
(?) under gas (?) |
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, a couple schedules |
Prada head to toe, so I’m dancing with the devil |
(?) with the swag, something like a space shuttle |
Rock band drums, so I’m blasting heavy metal |
32 Ent, we got keys just like Rihanna |
All my young nigga with me, using sticks and bandannas |
All my young nigga around me, using sticks and bandannas |
(?) shoe walking |
Put a hole in your head like a dolphin, nigga |
J wanna hit (?), nigga |
No (?) I got salts, young nigga |
Gucci Mane, Lo with an (?) |
Jewelry look like a cold icicle |
Came a long way from (?) |
With Pollo and then with Hillfiger |
Finger fuck the money with my trigger finger |
You know I keep white like that nigga Justin Bieber |
Made the birds sing like a R&B singer |
Posted in the trap with a brand new (?) |
Brand new paint looking like wet pussy |
Bouldercrest nigga with the bomb and them bushes |
Call me (?), gotta keep them cookies |
(?) bright to all gold Rollie |
Sixteen gold, twenty two carat trophy |
2014, got a (?) on Forgis |
All this trap money (?) |
Pounds of the white, you can call a nigga Tony |
Trap with the testament, judgement Rollie |
Turn up, turn up, them I done roll it |
If it ain’t gas, you know I don’t smoke it |
If it ain’t a thirty, you know i ain’t toting it |
Thirty one shots so you know my clip loaded |
(?) slam niggas like a fur named Coby |
Shouts out to my fur dawg named Chloe |
(?) dollar named baby girl Courtney |
Pockets on green, so I’m walking with a Breitling |
You know i keep a Glock like my nigga Charlie (?) |
(?) shoulder sloppy |
Peacot sweat, (?) |