Clipping

Clipping - Work Work lyrics

rate me

Holler out your city if you ride for it

Let them know why you die for it

Same reason all these riders get high so it's

All medicinal now what you wanna buy, homie?

Bye bitch,mob shit

Boss talk ,game rich

Name game,gang signs

Work on the phone call it base line

Line dance like a hoe down

Pimps up daytime

Whole block a ghost town

Ghost ride,ghost face

G's get ghost in a moment

Pour a little for the ghosts of the dead homies

Deadpan voice singing Tin Pan Alley songs

Panhandling in front of tourists with the camera phones

Get it how you live

Or live till you get it

Get it in

When the stash low and it's no cash

Get it in

And you ridin' no L's no tags

Get it in

And she lookin' like you ain't gonna smash

Get it in

But she got her legs up on the dash

Show these haters how to go

Get that work

Make that work, work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

I get it, I whip it

I flip it

I pocket the profit

Don't know when to stop it

They callin' me Griselda the harlot

My … is erotic

Can't walk the hill is enormous

The arm in the armrest

These dames is dormant

I came up from boosting my garments

Switching my handbags

How I switching my polish

Never catch me in the same blouse

Unless I'm running to target

Never catch me in a large crowd

Unless I'm the life of the party

I been hitting from September to August

Ahead of my time like lil' old ladies and bonnets

All I need is a sickle I’mma reap me a harvest

The hardest thing I had to do was to make a real promise

I been countin' money since elementary

That's why these broke boys ain't gettin' into me

And when the stash low

And it ain't no cash flow

Shit I go to work

Move it by the boat load

When the stash low and it's no cash

Get it in

And you ridin' no L's no tags

Get it in

And she lookin' like you ain't gonna smash

Get it in

But she got her legs up on the dash

Show these haters how to go

Get that work

Make that work, work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

Stop

Red lights in the distance

You never been to that district they reference

Drunk full of hashish and mescaline

Your mind is a mess and this bitch is undressin'

A)

Mash on the throttle like a G

Put a bottle to your teeth

Say fuck it, you're a free man

B)

Pull over to the side of the street

Keep your hand on the shotty sitting up under the seat or

C)

Let the cop pull you over say something slick

On some Jay-Z 99 Problems type shit

D.

All of the above in your head but

It really doesn't matter cause you already dead

No obituaries for the most part

Nobody cares you're not even a co-star

Just an extra

They read about it as a number

Names got money in their wallet

When the stash low and it's no cash

Get it in

And you ridin' no L's no tags

Get it in

And she lookin' like you ain't gonna smash

Get it in

But she got her legs up on the dash

Show these haters how to go

Get that work

Make that work, work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

Get that work

Make that work ,work

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