Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slight Work , by - Wale. Release date: 31.10.2011
Song language: English
Slight Work |
| D-Town to the DMV |
| Diplo wassup |
| Probably got your girl going crazy |
| Drunk white bitches |
| (work it, wo-wo-work it, oh) |
| I can do it all and it ain’t no problem |
| Ain’t nobody harder than a nigga Folarin |
| Bitch I go hard, I’m ballin' I’m globe trotting |
| And my flow art my nigga, I’m Mozart with it |
| It’s all good, I do this |
| I turn a straight prude bitch into a nudist |
| Foolish I be on that new shit |
| And I’m blowing up like bitches we went to school with |
| Ain’t nobody checking for your garbage |
| Lot of intuition I ain’t even finish college |
| Never hit the mall and forever get it all |
| Any broad better layer like I’m dressing for the fall, nigga |
| And I’m all that, hit the passenger door |
| Shawty was Pinkberry sweet and I ain’t lactose |
| I ain’t tryna brag tho, I’m just know I’m that dope |
| Kick game Bo Jacks, my Bo Jacks Tai Bo |
| Haha, and it ain’t no problem, you race to these broads |
| I relay ‘em, baton ‘em |
| Bitches in here, one thou |
| But when you step out why the bitches run out |
| Double MG shit I put the set down |
| Rick James back, bad bitches on the couch |
| Ahh, wordplay, Olubowale my first name |
| I think I’m Koko B. Ware, you just a bird babe |
| I got a pair of J’s, I roll a pair of J’s |
| We up in Diamond supply, spending that carrot cake |
| Let it marinate, you forever late |
| A million home sellers couldn’t find a real estate |
| (Work it, work it) |
| Slight work, its light work |
| (Work it, work it) |
| The wrong drink, the right work |
| Slight work, light work |
| (Work it, work it) |
| The wrong drink, the right work |
| Work, work, work, work |
| Work, work, work, work |
| Work, work, work, work |
| Bitch you ain’t a boss til you cut a pay check |
| Only thing between me and your bitch is latex |
| Man, and I ain’t into saving these hoes |
| My nigga tell me where you see a cape at |
| The two things I don’t need are you and my ID |
| I’mma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad bitch |
| Green faces but a nigga dodging yellow badges, wooop (sirens) |
| Cause I’m drunk, yeah ok |
| Under 25 living the fucking life |
| White America said I’ll be doing 25 to life |
| And just for that, I’ma blow 25 tonight |
| You make 25 a year, I make 25 a night, whoa |
| Blucka, blucka, blucka |
| Bitch get hit with my Ciroc Vodka choppa |
| (Go) takin' body shots, blocka, blocka, blocka |
| Probably in your girls dreams, probably in your daughter locker |
| Top floor like I’m out tanning |
| And they stole your whole delivery, now that’s outlandish |
| I guess like a delivery man, I’m out-standing |
| Car tinted, I’m in it, til like I’m out camping, goddammit |
| I’m one hell of a guy, looking down on a cloud, that’s one hell of a high |
| Bitch, I gets ghost, the way she screaming Big |
| Niggas couldn’t tell if I was dead or alive |
| You already know, Finally Famous in this |
| D-Town to the DMV, |
| Probably got your girl going crazy, crazy, boiii, boi, boi |
| From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad bitches tryna get with me |
| From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad bitches tryna get on me |
| We need to see ID |