Work Testo
Testo Work
Band—
Let the BandPlay
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt His voice in my head keep on tellin’ me "Work"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
I ain’t trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' these niggas, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on mе, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
Hellcat Durango, no Trackhawk
Hit the gas, you can hear whеn I smash out
Yeah, just like that nigga, hands down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tryna blow this lil’ bitch back out, yeah
I been in the cut, now I’m back out, yeah
I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh
Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah
Nigga, I still got racks comin’ in
Nigga, I still bring them plaques out, yeah
Don't judge me, bitch, that's how I is
Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in uh, France right now
I’m— yeah
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me "Work"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
Grr
Let the BandPlay
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt His voice in my head keep on tellin’ me "Work"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
I ain’t trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' these niggas, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on mе, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
Hellcat Durango, no Trackhawk
Hit the gas, you can hear whеn I smash out
Yeah, just like that nigga, hands down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tryna blow this lil’ bitch back out, yeah
I been in the cut, now I’m back out, yeah
I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh
Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah
Nigga, I still got racks comin’ in
Nigga, I still bring them plaques out, yeah
Don't judge me, bitch, that's how I is
Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in uh, France right now
I’m— yeah
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me "Work"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout these bitches
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas
Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off
Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all
Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog
Grr
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