Work

[Verse 1]

I fuck these hoes
Then I, pass ‘em, to the, bros
Like a, pimp I, gets chose
Where they at, there they go, there they go
Light, dark, short, tall
Baby, I, like ‘em, all
It, really, doesn’t, matter
Big or small titties, long as that ass phatter
NorthEast, D.C
That’s the, home of, G.P
You got your, hair and, nails, done
Now you, feel like, you the, one
D.o.C Records
There is, no one, better
She gon’, shake it, she gon’, twerk
Let me, see you, go to, work like

[Verse 1]

Ooh girl the way that you move
And the way you shake that ass to the groove
(I love the way you move)
Ooh we can head to the room
If you think you got something to prove
(Shorty what you tryna do)
Ooh the way you shaking that ass
Make a nigga wanna throw that cash
(I’ll make it rain on you girl)
Ooh ain’t no waving a flag
If you really tryna get that bag
Then you gotta go to work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work (Take it down to the ground)
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]

G. Pryor, bitch, please
I’m, from, D.C
Blue jeans, black tee
Or that, Commanders, burgundy
Who that, girl you, looking, good
You from the, burbs or, from the, hood
Either, way, you the, shit
Make a, nigga, want a, lick
Make me, wanna, dick you, down
Back and, forth a, couple, rounds
I, don’t, play, games
Guaranteed you gon’ say my name
G. Pryor, yes, I’m the, best
D.o.C going platinum, yes
She gon, shake it, she gon, twerk
Let me, see you, go to, work like

[Hook]

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