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