Lyrics:
work it out
She's got to be gone long gone by now she's probably found a new guy
Maybe she found some someone to talk with Someone that digs her smile
young still, heartthrob dysfunctional
Tryna figure things out in my head
Really tryna make it legit, not a crook uh
Watch out for the feds
Tryna get
Work for bread, not the one who makes it
All the crumbs trickle up to the top
Work for bread and be forced to eat crust
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe
that I call it dope boi magic
Watch me work them plays like that 95 madden
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by
Friday Night and it's nearly 10 and I vow I'll never think of work again
Every second that I'm out that door makes me vow I'll never think of work no
bro I prayed for this, done manifest the microphone
Didn't happen by no chance, did half a mill up out my home
I'm just getting started, better watch
Breathe Pray Breathe Pray Breathe Work
No time to entertain shade
Aint even got no time for a lady
By the pound out to get cake
Straighter than
being chauffeured by a junkie
On the movie reel it's "A Time to
Kill" but I'm steady stroking her monkey
And I swear to God
I'll kick her out the car if I
gotta get it in my own
If you want it worked right
Work it out ya self
I ain't never lied to me we always a hundred
So when we go and get the money
why hate
I'm Not lightweight
Trap champion pushing mad weight
You'll get robbed mate
If you tell me it's tops but it's good Mids
Everyday is a work
this route
Stick straight to the plan, it'll all work out
Hollup i'm switching it up, gimme a record I break it I'm setting a new one by end
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
(Work work work work)
Everybody in the club scream out, fuck it
(Work work work work)
Everybody in the club scream out, fuck it
(Work work work work
dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life,
shit
Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted bitched
Back to fuckin work, one
fight it, hoping it would be cool
So we vibing, doing shit after school
In denial, hate that I was a fool
Count on me, can I count on you
Never work out
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
feeling like CL with the way I see L's and flip it to a W and make that work)
(This drip out the tap ain't Dior but I still look suave when I step in
I know some people that put all the turn up in front of the business and y'all gotta go
It's easy to pick out the ones who deserve it by how you been
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthafucking party out
Said, Doc what's
to try
And it's not gonna work itself out
So you're gonna have to know why
And if it's not gonna budge then you have
To be able to say goodbye
Cause how
Everyday I put in work work
Everyday I put in work work
I put in work
I got that work
I stay high
Like captain kirk
Im so spaced out
It have me thinking
(Ooh baby, come and talk to me)
Together we can work this out
We gotta love thing we're talking about
The way you looked at me Tells me you're
the flyest
I know your ass is mean, like you be strappin them
jeans, but you can work it like that
You got to be the flyest
You just take my pumps while
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