Lyrics:
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
working it
I'm watching you, you're twerking it
I'm trying get you out of this club
And get you off in my bed
(Ohh, oh-oh) Go 'head, yeah
Now let me
the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)
We
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
a plan then spread it out like Pam
Niggas colors started to show, so I fell off again
Dot my i's and crossed my t's, looping k's and my e's
Now they
Woke up Sunday, close to Monday
Got me thinkin', why should I wait
It ain't up for debate
Cash comin' in figure eights
Clock is tickin', I ain't
It Out on a Pete Rock track like C.L. Smooth
See we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie
Kids fiendin' 'ore the camera screaming, just shoot me
day by day
So tell me
How can we work it out
On that day when its time to share the god at the end of the rainbow
How can we work it out
When
world, all I have in this world
Hey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby, work it till it's hot
All I
out who we are
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk
Watch me put in work
Yea I put in work
Got
in
Famished from the killing, the work that we've done and the blood we've been spilling
Violence takes a lot out of a man
Raping the rapists that
She lay on top like cologne (ohh)
Don’t play now act like ya grown (ohh)
And do it like you said in the dm
Lovin’ through the pm, am, em (yeah)
. Soulja Boy's verse was wack (it was)
In that whole interview Kanye was out of line
Big Sean the worst nigga he said he ever signed (haha)
He don't like
it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But
the soul in the hole
So lift your hands up in praise - Sunday church
Relieve the pain and the stress like its Monday hurts
What works for you might not work
the same shit"
The niggas just told these girls that he do it all by himself
It's crazy, cray-cray, I did though, you know what I'm sayin'?
With a golden
untailored essence could be undone
And the fires could end this exile
Would it ever get you out in the sun
It's enough just to make you smile
A passive
pinched
Good work sell it self
I ain't gotta do shit
Clientele got me thinking
About opening another strip
Money coming in entertaining Thoughts of copping
gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you, punk!"
Readin' my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club,
gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you, punk!"
Readin' my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club,
Okay!
I do it, it work, you see
You do it, it work
We do it, it work, they see
They do it, it work, I mean
I do it, they see
They do it, it work
I do
your efforts you get "E" for effort
I excel it aint hard to tell ill prevail i can never fail nah
Need my money fast i cant work with no slugs
Need a pie
when I call you "Boy"
Cause you out here making noise, this ain't you in these polaroids
Look at you, you self employed
You don't wanna work for nobody
out the mud
We made it fresh out
We made it fresh out
Fresh out that mud caught in that field where now days they snitching just for a thrill
Wanna
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