Work.

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Had to get back to the burbs
Sit your bitch ass on the curb
I lay it down in the earth
Nigga ain't puttin in work

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Had to get back to the burbs
Sit your bitch ass on the curb
I lay it down in the earth
Nigga ain’t puttin in work

I sit and stare from afar
You got a bike not a car
R33 when I walk
I'm smokin higher than mars

Push it away from the set
Shawty she givin that neck
Pussy ain't give it a rest
Then imma do it again

Rise up the ranks and you know imma go
Smokin the gas I ain’t pourin a four
Had to get tough cuz the money was low
Trappin for bands make my way to the store

Totin them tags so I'm feelin like woah
Feel like a king when I walk through the mall
Louis my belt but the Zumies the plug
Walkin around with a purpose to go

Work
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Had to get back to the burbs
Sit your bitch ass on the curb
I lay it down in the earth
Nigga ain't puttin in work

Work
Work
Work
Work

Work
Work
Work

Had to get back to the burbs
Sit your bitch ass on the curb
I lay it down in the earth
Nigga ain't puttin in work