Lyrics:
Donny he a savage face tatted made by the streets
Caught his first case for his mans and he ain' say a thing
Couldn't get a job he been robbing since like
can't find me a single reason that explains why I ain't famous yet
Good job, you played yourself, DJ Khaled
Snapchat on a Jet-ski PH balance
Whole lot
cushion good
Eyes fire red and they low you know my kush is good
But even sober I stay high let's get that understood
I'm moving forward I ain't looking
person to when you came through my door
I thought I'd have to push it away I think you did a good job by yourself anyway
So don't pretend to like me now
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking
All containing
and awe, she amazed, surmised
And Dali paints a ghastly night
Ghostly by accounts of those men who write
Imagine what we'd do if no one knew
What's red is
Flex on my ex wit my checks
Keep lurkin bitch you should
Flex on my ex no stress
Keep lurkin bitch Im good
Stalking ass bitch with a dead end job
rather be stung by bees than be fuckin' with birds
I say this shit all the time until I'm touchin' her curves
Or 'til it's time to pet the pussy like
it came to happiness you're all we really had, you're an angel
So happy-go-lucky, such a good soul, words can't express
You had a gift of making
Oh
Yea yea
Oh awe
Yea yea yea
If roses are red
And violets are blue
Then there isn't nothin
That I wouldn't do for you
I'd go back to school for you
didn't want to be mean about it
I couldn't think of one good thing to say.
[Chorus]
West L.A. fade away, west l.a. fade away
Big red light
the senator man took a bribe in hand
And went and shipped my job to New Delhi
I get by (got it good, got it good)
I barely get by (got it good, got it good)
I
my baby girl’s belly
Cause the senator man took a bribe in hand
And went and shipped my job to New Delhi
I get by (got it good, got it good)
I
can got to sleep, now you can go to sleep
Good night, good night, good night, good night
Official niggas on they job and you know we gonna ball
Real
My Job
Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : You can invest in me cause I mean business
Work round the clock
Good then I'll take care of Glyde
Will you really come with me?
Will you really help me?
It seems my calendar is free
(He throws the bottle of gin
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
ride)
I gotta fresh paint job
(check) fresh inside (check)
Is the outside frame and the trunk wide?
(Yes) are the rims big?
(what?) do it ride good
slaves all that he can do for them
And what is to be done is more, much more, than good works
Christmas baskets, bonuses and tips, and bread and circuses
talk to my red and my cherry
Life is good
A man from Uz, His name was Job, Day by day he showed God is love
Satan came by to heaven one day
God said, "Watcha doing trying to see my face
I'm
might be time to relocate again (yeah)
Blessed and highly flavored (yeah)
We all petrified by paper (mhmm)
Couple of them pretty piano beats
So I can
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red
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