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The Work (Workin')
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Wale
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[Intro] Let's do it [Verse] Uh, Folarin not havin' it Cover this track like a motherfuckin' laminate Yeah, real niggas in my cabinet You the type of nigga make a stripper turn celibate Let's celebrate, levitate with the loud Never wait when we out Fuck a line, get in now What they bitchin' 'bout? What they goin' for? Polo head to toe, no Zone 4 Kick game Henry, bitch, bonjour Wintertime, Moncler, summertime, different shore This a different motor, man, better go to work Rappers try and trade places like I'm Mortimer It's no days off, although I'm bored at work But daddy gotta order somethin' dealers can't afford Ha, the envy of dime dealers Bentley ain't mine, but I let bitches recline in 'em Tell 'em they mind quick, then I'll give 'em like five minutes Tell 'em we'll never be, but they settle for side bitches DC got wild niggas Them .45 niggas Some runnin' with two K's though, we some live niggas Don't get besides yourself, thinkin' I'm with the loafin' I just came back from Howard, I made a gift for the locals Then hit 'em, flee 'em, delete 'em Hug 'em, love 'em, and leave 'em If you call me a genius, nobody would disagree it I'm spotted on different beaches, Cohiba, smoking reefer I hope you hit me by 3, I'm incoherent in the evening What's up, sugar? I'm diggin' ya, oh, you ain't feelin' youngin? That's even better, I'm not that into submissive women I'd like to tell you I'm the type to get you all women I put that battery in backs, ho, small wonder It's been a long summer and I've been on my grind We killin' shows out in London like I'm on my grind I think I'm Larry Hoover, I think I'm Big Meech I think you need the streets to succeed the industry But I'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route Quote unquote backpack, still bring them bitches out I bet you Burcham, you fried chicken niggas, Church 'em Or Popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle Stop lyin', y'all pretenders, y'all ain't really workin' Your wins lower than Laura, though you niggas Urkel Kinfolk, I've been dope since Super Soakers No matter who gon' show up, I make 'em move over All that talk about who better than Folarin Go and get that bread and they'll be penniless tomorrow Livin' out of a homeless shit Broke and no one notices Get a whip, you lease her like you Marjorie and Homer kid Ride the beat and own the bitch Modify your quota, bitch PG bitches love me like I'm TCB and Polo, bitch North Potomac love me like a motherfuckin' Jonases That's why we always go in them, but we don't gotta go with 'em
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