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Gimme That Work
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Baka Not Nice
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Got that tip from [?] and you got them pies All my niggas Gucci, so they down to ride Left my mask at home, we don't do disguise Got a four fif' on my side in case they wanna try Pull up, skrt (woah) Grippin' the stick when I turn (yeah) Smokin', I'm calmin' my nerves Kickin' the door and I'm goin' in first Family see me, they goin' berserk Like give me the bag and nobody get hurt Gimme that work, hey (woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work Gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work, hey Gimme that work [Post-Chorus] Trust now, you know I'm up now She see me with a bag, she wanna f*ck now They see me with a Aud', they wanna know how Rollin' off a addy, I can't slow down (uh, uh, uh, woo) I robbed your bitch for the night, I might just give her the pipe I might just— I might just dip in it twice, I might just speak of a spice (yeah, yeah) She did it back to the kitchen, whippin' and cheffin' that white (whip it, whip) Told her to pass me the scale, answer the phone And gimme that work, hey (woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work Gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work, hey Gimme that work, hey (woo, woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work Gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh f*ck with my money, somebody get murked Gimme that work Said, said, hey Yeah Yeah, yeah, hey Said, said, hey Hey Gimme that work, hey (woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work Gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo) Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work, hey Gimme that work, hey Gimme that work Gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work, hey Gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh 'Bout to gimme that work Gimme that work [Post-Chorus] Trust now, you know I'm up now She see me with a bag, she wanna f*ck now They see me with a Aud', they wanna know how Rollin' off a addy, I can't slow down I'm 'bout the f*ckin' bags, my nigga The two bits that made it true, my nigga Now I'm flyin' private jets with the crew, my nigga Where the f*ck where you when the judge gave me 13 years, 9 months? Where the f*ck were you? When my pops was in the court room in shock Where were you when I was down below? Yo, I got convicted of somethin' I ain't even f*ckin' do, my nigga f*ck, man We don't do the long talkin', ayy? We just get straight to the barkin' It's a OVO ting
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