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• Artiste: Key Glock
• Titre: Work
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Band— Let the BandPlay Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert I get it in like the first and the third This shit I got on, it came out the dirt All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt His voice in my head keep on tellin’ me "Work" Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off Can't worry 'bout these bitches Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off I ain’t trustin' none of these niggas Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off Still tryna take all my opps head off Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off Still tryna take all my opps head off Still killin' these niggas, my bad, y'all Diamonds on mе, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog Hellcat Durango, no Trackhawk Hit the gas, you can hear whеn I smash out Yeah, just like that nigga, hands down Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tryna blow this lil’ bitch back out, yeah I been in the cut, now I’m back out, yeah I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah Nigga, I still got racks comin’ in Nigga, I still bring them plaques out, yeah Don't judge me, bitch, that's how I is Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French I'm in uh, France right now I’m— yeah Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup Ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert I get it in like the first and the third This shit I got on, it came out the dirt All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt His voice in my head keep on tellin' me "Work" Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off Can't worry 'bout these bitches Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off I ain't trustin' none of these niggas Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off Can't worry 'bout these bitches Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off I ain't trustin' none of these niggas Yeah, I ran that bag up, fuck nigga, back off Still tryna take all my opps head off Still killin' this shit, my bad, y'all Diamonds on me, bitin' Glock, you a bad dog Grr