Work lyrics

by

Jim Jones


[Intro]
Yeah, straight off the plane
Droppin' the flame
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

[Verse 1]
A lot of n*ggas die, due to these streets
A lot of mamas cry, due to this beef
Purple kush got me high, don't wanna leave
See my daddy in heaven, he be the realest G
And your b*tch I got her, she like my Tommy boxers
n*gga I ain't no boxer, I let that Tommy box 'em
Make 'em say ugh, Silkk the Shocker
Very rare Vesace, I bet my silk will shock her

[Chorus]
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
Semi gon' squirt, damn he got murked
Who got that work? He got that work
She pop that pus*y, she make it twerk
A couple model b*tches, thought I balled for the Lakers
All they know is suck and f*ck and speak a different language
She like that cocaina, she sniff it off my banger
She like to blow my nine, I think she's going brainless
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
Semi gon' squirt, damn he got murked
Who got that work? He got that work
She pop that pus*y, she make it twerk
A couple model b*tches, thought I balled for the Lakers
All they know is suck and f*ck and speak a different language
She like that cocaina, she sniff it off my banger
She like to blow my nine, I think she's going brainless
[Verse 2]
All my Dominican n*ggas, got me speaking Spanglish
Now that I'm rapping, I'm f*cking different singers
Celine Dion, Mariah Carey
I got them Nick Cannons, if you coming at me
Couple of them skinny n*ggas, that be trigger happy
Feel them candy girls, make them do the Laffy Taffy
They pop a pill, then they pop a bullet
Man, f*cking with this n*gga like playing Russian Roulette
I ain't wanna pull it, but I had to do it
I be out tomorrow, my lawyer's Jewish
He work hard, he put in work
He put in work, got these n*ggas going bezerk
Riding music, I see you riding to it
Bang 'em over the head, n*gga that for talking foolish
n*gga, work hard, put in work
Put in work, got these n*ggas going berserk
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