Lyrics:
Want you to take your broom and swept up my yard
You better brush it good or we could fall apart
Don't give me no shortcut thing you have all day
Work Work Work All day long
All I earned Is a bluegrass song
Work Work Work All day long
All I earned Is a bluegrass song
9-5 I go home
I can't lie,
can…"
Maaaaaannnnn
Sorry that Day won't work for me
Cause i don't work for free
Sorry that shit won't work for me
Cause i don't work for free
That lying
of female muppet in a doctor's uniform)
The doctor makes you well real quick
If by chance you're feeling sick
She works and works the whole day long
They don't work, they don't work
I'm gonna do it all by myself
I'm gonna do it all by myself
Collaborations don't work
They don't work, they don't
til I'm getting throughzee all this
I'm taking it day by day by day by day by day
I'm taking it day by day by day by day by day
I'm taking it day by
deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle
La la
Laa laa laa laa laa laa
Osalobua uwese ohhh
This na why I'm a better man
Better man
This na why I'm a better man
Better man
Work hard
This na
in
Gotta work hard
Put the working
Gotta work hard
Put the work in
Work Hard
Put the work in
Hard work beats talent all day
When talent doesn't work
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Me and my dawgs we were down had to work so hard
All these haters hitting us just like side by side
We were down but know how we keep going up
We
know
I could end all of this
I'm hoping Lisbon, Portugal
Will not be where this finishes
This labyrinth I walked right in
To try and find my baby
But
(Every day)
For the pay (For the pay)
The sun's up man we got to pray (Hallelujah)
Do it for the fam; Do it for the culture
Cremating all my bars aint
say, oh man, you
Can cry about the other 364, man, but you're gonna lose that one day, man,
And that's all you've got. you gotta call that, man
the cake 'cause I got a day job
Imma let my lemonade talk
When I'm sittin' at my desk man I really hate y'all
Fuel for my other day job
Work work work
Okay
the night man I can't help but to think about you
I gotta face the truth man I miss the smell of channel perfume
Another day that went on by coming back alone
but I don't make sense
Cause one day it's put the knives down
Or put the peace signs up
The next day I'm at your home instead
All for my pride
, Work)
Day in day out
Bust your back and turn it out
Next morning and do it all again
Hard job or two
So your children won't have to
That's just the way
what I do
21 years I'm here with my dues, n****
Work, watch me work, n****
Hustle day and night
I got everything you like
N**** let me put that
cry about the other three and sixty four, man I said whoa, whoa, whoa
But you gonna lose that one day, man
That's all you got, you got to call it
can do it, I done it already, bro
Back in the days, I didn't have any dough
I was not Wiley, I didn't have any flow, now
Now, now all of my dons get
all in a day’s work isn’t it?
Man it’s too easy to get lost in the sauce
It’s two Jesus
The cost of a mad god verse
Have patience man
Slack off
Ahahahahaha
Uh
Ahahahahahaha
It's the captain, skipper
To all the women that I hurt in the past, I didn't mean it (sorry)
Now that we clear,
Staring at the straw man you wrong man
This here is a straw man on god man
Burning down the straw man with arson
You will be so wrong man by burning
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