[Beat starts]
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Uh. Lets do it.
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uh,
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Floor not havin it,
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cover this track like a motha fuckin laminate.
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Yeah,real niggas in my cabinet,
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you the type of nigga make a stripper turn celibate.
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Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud,
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never wait when we out,
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fuck a line, get in now.
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what they bitchin bout?
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what the goin for?
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polo head to toe no zone 4.
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Kick game on rebitz, bonjour,
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winter time, all clear,
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summer time, different shore.
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This a different motor man better go to work,
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rapper tryin trade places like a motor mur.
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Its no days off, all though I'm born to work,
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but daddy gotta order somethin dealers cant afford.
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Ha, the envy in dime dealers,
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bentley ain't my but I let bitches recline in em.
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Tell em they mind clippin I give em like 5 minutes.
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Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches.
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Dc got wild niggas,
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them .45 niggas,
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some runnin with 2 k's though we some loud niggas.
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Don't get besides yourself, thinkin I'm with the loving,
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I just came back from Howard I made a deal for the locals,
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they hit em, fling em, delete em,
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hug em, love em, then leave em,
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if you call me a genius, nobody would disagree it.
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I'm spotted on different beachs, cause he was smokin reffah,
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I hope you hit me by 3, I'm incoherent by the evening.
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whats up sugah, I'm diggin yah, oh you aint feelin young'n?
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thats even better I'm not that into submissive woman,
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I'll like to tell you I'm the type to get all woman,
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I put that battery in back so small wonder,
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its been a long summer, and I've been on my grind,
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we killin shows out in london like I'm on my grind,
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I think I'm Larry Hoover, I think I'm Big Meech,
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I think you need the streets to succeed the inner street.
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but I'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route, quote un quote
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backpack still bring them bitches out.
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I bet you burnt em, you fry chicken nigga church em,
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or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle.
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Stop lyin ya'll pretenders ya'll ain't really workin,
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Ya winslon, within lauren, though you nigga urkel.
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kin folk, I've been dope since super soakers,
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no matter who gonna show up I make a move over,
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all that talk about who's better then falauren,
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go and get that bread and they'll be penniless tommorrow.
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Living out of a homer shit,
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broke and no one notices,
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ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer kid.
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Rather beatin on the bitch,
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motify your quota bitch,
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PG bitches love me like I'm TCB and Polo bitch.
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norfitomic love me like a mother fuckin jonahs,
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thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them.
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The Work (Workin')
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Wale |