| Mhmm
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| I got some killers so don’t push me, Juicy J be on some mob shit
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| Waiting by your doorstep, hidin' in the bushes (Mhmm)
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| If it comes down to it, ain’t no thang but to do it
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| Got a vest on, got a gun that can really do it (Mhmm)
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| You niggas playin' with real niggas' money, get fronted
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| One day you is the plug, next day you in the dumpster
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| Couldn’t keep it one hunnid, you thirty-two percent (Mhmm)
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| The police got you on a leash, nigga, you a bitch
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| Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (Sprayin')
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| Ridin' with three K’s and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Klan (No Klan)
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| This ain’t no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Quit playin')
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| It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin'
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| Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (We sprayin')
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| Ridin' with three K’s and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Klan (Ain't no Klan)
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| This ain’t no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Playin', nigga)
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| It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin' (We winnin')
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| You don’t know 'bout this life, nigga
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| Earnin' all of these stripes, nigga
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| Kilograms, Peter Pans, pack holders on bikes, nigga
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| Throwin' bitches on flights, nigga
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| They ain’t know that they dyke, nigga
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| 'Til the money’s out and the bottle’s pourin'
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| They’re in the midst of they life, nigga
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| Rose gold on my wrist, this Rolex like Devil’s piss
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| This Daytona illuminate, y’all think I’m talkin' that Devil shit
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| This fifty racks, no bezel shit
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| Like blood diamonds, it’s rebel shit
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| This mo' guns, this mo' bodies
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| We call shots, they nobodies
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| They fuck niggas, they owe prolly
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| Who fuckin' with me? |
| Nobody
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| When the guns drawn, they so sorry
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| Sprayin' niggas, now the Lord got 'em, rrrah!
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| Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
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| Fuck with my money and I’ll hit you with that body work
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| Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (Sprayin')
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| Ridin' with three K’s and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Klan (No Klan)
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| This ain’t no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Quit playin')
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| It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin'
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| Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (We sprayin')
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| Ridin' with three K’s and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Klan (Ain't no Klan)
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| This ain’t no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Playin', nigga)
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| It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin' (We winnin')
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| Bad bitches on deck, nigga
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| Money, power, respect, nigga
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| Cop, cook, collect, nigga
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| You was never no threat, nigga
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| Everybody be rap dissin'
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| I catch niggas, I check niggas
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| These goons with me don’t spit no verses
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| Just limo service, they stretch niggas
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| Black 'maro 2 S, nigga
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| Couple birds on my neck, nigga
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| Every time them hoes see me
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| They like, «Meek Milly, you a mess, nigga»
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| Two gats, no vest, nigga
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| Strapped up like I’m a cowboy
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| Stand tall like that Yao boy
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| I got a bad bitch and she 5'4″
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| This gold Rollie that’s on my wrist
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| Leprechaun prolly die for
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| Young boys that’s on my strip
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| Will kill anything I say ride on, bow!
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| T-tell them niggas call us if they out of work
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| 'Cause we liftin' weights but we don’t do no body work
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| Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (Sprayin')
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| Ridin' with three K’s and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Klan (No Klan)
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| This ain’t no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Quit playin')
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| It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin'
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| Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (We sprayin')
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| Ridin' with three K’s and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Klan (Ain't no Klan)
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| This ain’t no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Playin', nigga)
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| It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin' (We winnin')
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay
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| Shout my lawyer all the crazy shit I ever did
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| Know we love that KK sound, you know we not backin' down
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| Hunnid drum like, «Hold that doe», diamonds flash like Kodak though
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| Straight cash, nigga, fuck that loan, seven digits on that phone
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| Money so long, smoke a whole zone
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| Getting blood money, tryna put my cuz on
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| Bitch, I’m on fire, got my jaw wired
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| Sex, money, murder, Petey Rollack (Soundview, whaddup)
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| Body work, chopper work like a techno song
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| Twenty thou' a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (wavey)
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| Money fast, diamonds flash like high beams
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| Make it rain in this bitch, Hurricane Irene
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| Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (Sprayin')
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| Ridin' with three K’s and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Klan (No Klan)
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| This ain’t no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Quit playin')
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| It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin'
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| Give yo' ass that body work, nigga, we sprayin' (We sprayin')
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| Ridin' with three K’s and I ain’t talkin' 'bout the Klan (Ain't no Klan)
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| This ain’t no arcade, nigga, so quit playin' (Playin', nigga)
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| It’s eatin' time, me and my niggas buffetin' (We winnin') |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Body Work, artist - Pusha T. Album song Fear Of God II: Let Us Pray, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп