Lyrics:
invoices, separate the men from the boys, over here
We measure success by how many people successful next to you
Here we say you broke if everybody else
shirt, the same work, the same jerk
Claim hurt, the game hurt, my name work, it ain't work
I'm fast, time fast, I'm first, I'm last
Psychic, I knew you
me
Ah, so you've discussed me
I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me!
I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
So men say that I'm intense
meal with you bro
And all I ask you in return is keep it real with me yo
Now some of you can't go to work but some of you cowards are fine
Bums beg in
Yeah
Jacquees said, yeah, yeah
I'm a young, Black Maynard, mama gospel singer
Daddy dope slanger, born from the anger
Tryna work a angle, get
High, yet the flyest
Drawn beyond the veil by His kindness
All men cursed, and sick, we know the sinus
Blindness is why they ask where the sign is
bum bakpo na tray
Ncho nbunye gi a double
Men abulo junky
Men abulo junky
Obulu na ijiro business
Ihe na ako bu off key
Men abulo junky
Men abulo junky
back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works
That's nobody's
Said it hit different
Cumming consistent
Tongue when we kissing
Thumb in ya bum, going dumb, going ignant
Getting lit lit
Working out: Fitbit
Work
like a knife chop you like a cookie
Tryna leave dat life behind me but you overlooked me
So I put work on dis mic go ahead and book me
When challenged by
She was stunned by a young nigga
Woo woo
Now she warm like the sun hit her
Too cool
I just came with the drums hit in
Bum biddy bum
Better run from
on a dime
That faraway shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear-
We haven't got time!
Bum-bum-bu-bum-bum bum-bum
La-da-da-da-da da-dum
When the boy go blow my men g'Achaka before legedez
We still putting work to turn it to Mercedes
Anolom na bad side I'm puttin Work just for cheese
Life
excuse by crusade
Too many working today I go play
Otego afubalu the pain today I must flex
Bulu bia make I crosscheck
E don tey men dey frustrate
Okwa
me, c'mon
And make your neck work
Now freeze (uh-huh, oh)
Here come the Men in Black (Men in Black)
Galaxy defenders (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Here come
inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jacky"
If I could be for only
men will tell no tales."
And pursued we were by many a ship, by frigates and liners too,
Till at last, the British man-o-war, the Dungeness, hove in
Young Sam as joke bum
But stop cuz you
Can't joke the joker
The joke's on you
Don't get your hopes up
They won't come true
Goals get loads of mud
By folks
Netflix movies, yo
From night till the morning, sun up till when it goes down
A nigga gotta work
Ain't no other way men, a nigga gotta get that pay men
surrendering
De vision to vivid it don't need no rendering
Mmm
Me pray to the Lord
Me nuh want be no scum me nuh want be no bum
By the sweat a me brow fe make
Get that work
You got that work
I Got bitches in my
Civic
I wonder what it takes
To get the baddest in
The city
Get that Work
You got that work
I
and we talk about work.
But what I think I'd really love is to get up by myself,
On a little tiny island, in the middle of the ocean,
With just me,
Took the Kennedy route
Witness
Stories contradict and
Confliction make Black men
Say it had to end
It won't happen again
Pump your fist (3x)
Can you hear
(Walk with me)
Take a walk with me
Come on and make your neck work now freeze
Ohh here come the Men In Black
(Men in black) galaxy defenders
(Ohh, ooohh)
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