Lyrics:
to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour
We're not balling
We take it back to the days
Papi work the room, 'mance 'em like WHAT!
Mami got no shoes, hair done like WHAT!
Me, you - speed through
Yeah, yeah good to meet'cha; how you
butt
Got the fellas goin' nuts, girl, it's too much
Got me four numbers already, the night's still young
Papi work the room, handsome like what
Mami got
close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour
We're not
What I done
Some men have everything
And some have none
That's by design
The idea wasn't mine alone
But mine
And that's the sign
In the U.S.A.
from your loving arms
Now I'm back again
And baby it's gonna work out fine
As Sure as Eggs is Eggs (aching men's feet)
Can't you feel our souls ignite
the firing line
There's a foreman standing on a bridge of iron
And the men walk across it to go back to work
In their monday morning shirts
And they don't
nie zmieni men
Nawet jeśli kiedyś byłbym Bzyku polski Eminem
Któremu na alko przydał by się brat limit
Bo nie widzi mi się miejsc niektórych akcji
putting all the bum ones to shame
Bouta blast off quick no gun in my hand
While they raping the game the con way
in the field tryna steal vagina like
"As my cunt doesn't please ya,
You might as well come up my old slimy bum,
But be careful my tapeworm don't seize ya."
Chorus
There was a young man
I bell your Mum up
Tell her to smack your bum up
And shut the fuck up
Stuck the landing wonky and forgot to rhyme
My scheme's obtuse and out of time
a peasant
I cannot abide by that
My hatred apeshit, likeness wrath
To when Achilles slaughtered men
With no intention 'cept to lay down every single
I'm talking Coke Boy money, it's money you never seen
Nigga the drug money, we get it by any means
I turned one brick to a three, we flip it to 16
You tell them God is coming
You work the lowly souls
Eight-hundred numbers running
You sell what you repossess
You clean them out they nest
You
are spoiled, deluded and incapable of sane actions
This is our world
Made by men
I dont mind that your shame comes from using people
I dont mind that
A lapse in judgment and in mind How do you stop it How do you turn it off Where did you go? This is not what I bought There was once a little boy by
She thinks sex work is normal cuz she was once a victim
Girls with family issues is the reason I make millions
Men with childhood trauma they sick
reversed
c man's true task to teach kids how to act
Move walls, understand what is feeling and fact
Real men don't cry, give up, get high
cvoid work, get
tour gun
Bring them nigga that need 'em that his son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all
locked in tightly
Livin 'for the rush, quick on the clutch
I've been low and I've been fucked up
I've been rich and I've been a bum
Seen it all
David Foster lives in Gloucester with his family
Works 'til pay-time, through the day-time, then comes home for tea
Steak and kidney, then with
Whateverman that's just what I am
I'll help you if I can to work it out
Easy women and sleazy men
On Amsterdam Ave. and 110
The times are fast, the change
Vamos a tequila, senorita, bonita
I really need it now
Hay ya no tengo dinero, camarero
Say can we work it out
First time I meet her, I wanted
girl at the back seat
Alobam show me your working
We do more of work and less talking
My sewago go be express N'sewago with all my men
Verified men
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