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lirik lagu sam austins - wrk interlude

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(hook)
all the talk round town is that the boy done got that work..
everybody lining up to come and get that work…
i done cooked the crack up in the stu, come get this work…
rappers talkin’ sh-t, i show you n-ggas how i work..
baby girl come through the crib and open up for work..
i don’t touch the deal, i told my n-gga read the work..
free my n-gga el, when he get out he on the work..
hit the joint, okay i’m straight, and then we back to work..

(verse)
drunk while i’m swervin’ through traffic…
addicted to money and f-ckin’, she ask me like “where is yo p-ssion”..
p-ssy too good, but i curve it, the way that she c-m make me nervous….
i think i’m in love with the b-tch, and i think she in love with a star, if my girl had a plan, then the plan must be workin’..
million dollar prodigy, my ho, she go to college..
full ride on the boy, okay i know you bout yo knowledge..
i don’t f-ck with school, i’d rather prove that i’m a prophet, while she poppin, now my sh-t is poppin’, got they speakers knockin’, i’m the up and coming, finger frontin, f-ck what you heard n-gga…
they think that they hot, that’s absurd n-gga..
have a rap n-gga dead off the word n-gga…
ain’t no stressing, when you talkin’, you disturb n-ggas..

(outro- 2nd verse)
all the talk round town is that the boy done got that work..

everybody lining up to come and get that work…

i done cooked the crack up in the stu, come get this work…

rappers talkin’ sh-t, i show ya, show ya show ya, show ya..
i ain’t really worried bout sh-t p-ssy n-gga, i’m a mothaf-ckin’ problem to you n-ggas..
i ain’t too proud of you n-ggas, you the goat naaaa, n-ggas ain’t sh-t na, make me throw fits na, bullets in the clips na, bullet holes all through a stupid n-gga fit na, name drop me, getcha hit na, talk about the music, you a b-tch na, how could you talk about the sh-t that make me richer in a day, i see envy on ya face..
rappers really make me sick.. it’s an art that you disgraced..
me, i carry this with grace..
i string yola through the beat..
told the b-tch i got the juice..
how the f-ck she think it sweet..
mane i put two and two together, she ain’t realize no one in the game was f-cking with me.. i know it..
i told her once i get it, i’ma have it..
now i got it, so she grab it..
i made the p-ssy a habit..
got me out here wishin’ rules was established, d-mn she the sh-t naaa i sip on the liq naaaa, she wet for the d-ck naaaaa, go hard on her cl-t naaaa..

she want the work! she want the work!


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