Put In That Work (feat. Lil' Rose, Terrence Thomas & Ballout Black)

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King Ju

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It's Just Different
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Put in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work
Go head and shoot, and shoot, and shoot, and shoot, and shoot
Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work
Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Put in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work
King Ju in another hit, got my brothers on the mix
Start a new wave in this bitch, got a new word for this bitch
I don't think they understand, this is me going crazy
Draggin' land, I put in a lot of work
Beat up the competition, they don't want no smoke
It's time for me to rip it, demon time, have a nigga hangin' from the chain
Beat it big body until they have to see the face
Akuna Matata, ain't no more worry
Step back, shootin' like curry
I pray on the Lord for some of you niggas to make it
So I can take it, just like your bitch
Got the round on my finger, no anger
Shout out to TJ, shout out to Black
Shout out to Lil Rose for hoppin' on this track
It's 757, 973, Jersey and VA
United, killin' niggas for fun
Ain't nobody ready for this king shit
Cause I'm going crazy in this bitch
Swerve, swerve , swerve , swerve, swerve, swerve
Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work
Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Put in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work
Go head and shoot
8-0-4, that's when I'm reppin
I put in work, 24-7, my flow is tight
Like Paralegas, bitch like the reverend
Put in that work, bop, bop, bop, bop
You get the message, hotter than Satan
Higher than heaven, shoot for the stars
Never contested, nothin' but net
Bitch on my box and I'm Kevin Garnett
Bitch on my ball like I got my own net
I never mind work, I just need to connect
I want the money, the power, respect
I serve like it's from Quebec
I get shit like taking identity theft
To the fix, I get paid by reality checks
Bitch, I'm a rockstar with a guitar
I put in work to the string sound
Like this, like that, like this, like that
Like this, like that, like this, like that
Swerve , swerve, swerve , swerve, swerve, swerve
Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work
Go ahead and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Put in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work
Go ahead and shoot
24-7, I'm grindin' for days
757, I'm gonna get paid
Travelin' oceans and gettin' it made
Foreigns on my team and we swervin' through lanes
Givin' me graded, her name is not Becky
I'm pushin' your buttons, you better not test me
I came from the traces, we reckon I'm blessed
You think you can stop me, this flow from the heavens
Damn, so amazing how I made it now
Countin' my blessings, I'm stackin' out
Shout-out to Ju, we on it now
Come here, lil' bitch, cause that pussy wild
I'll smoke a nigga like a blackened mouth
I can hang round my side of town
Cause none of you niggas can check me now
Shout-out to Black, shout-out to Rose
757, my area code
I'm leavin' the village, they call me a road
They say that I'm bomb, well, I'm bout to explode
You bitches are trash, you stay decomposed
I be puttin' in work cause that's all that I know
I be puttin' in work cause that's all that I know
Swerve , swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Puttin' in that work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Go ahead and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Puttin' in that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work, that work
Go ahead and shoot
Coppola strippin', I'm chasin' the cash
They talkin' money, then I gotta dash
Say you important, man, where you heard that
Niggas be frontin', you know that's a fact
I want the bag, hit up the stash
Wastin' my time, no time for the lack
Pull up with sticks and they talkin' no facts
For real, my big girl, you just need to relax
Cause I'm 31 and they got time for laughs
I know you a buck and I'm tryin' to stack
Get through your head, the knowledge you lack
I'm tryin' to get paper without movin' fast
I'm tryin' to go global like Windows and Mac
Nah, for real, just listen to Blac
One day I'ma make it, I promise you that
No more window shoppin', I'm buyin' a sack
Call the blood nigga, y'all actin' real funny
Not really, you must've thought I was a dummy
You really is stupid to play with my money
Supplyin' a block, man, I feel like Blue Bunny
Just copped a new shorty, I call her my honey
That pussy be drippin', I guess I be plummet
Heard her be talkin', but steady be runnin
Your girl call me Curry, she know how I'm comin
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, pull in that work, that work, that work, that work
Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

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