work - bas lyrics
[produced by bbp]
[verse 1]
far from jay, but i’m feeling like a great
i ain’t nas, i’m a bas
i ain’t 50, but we rep the same city
shout out to the n-ggas, they inspire
hate a n-gga, kiss the canon, i ain’t talking no mariah, blow
squeeze the trigger ’till it fire n-gga how that sound
higher than a prison barbed wire, but i’ll buy a round
tell my n-ggas bottoms up, tomorrow’s another day
hope the lawn lady luck, keep the law from out my face
gimmi sp-ce, i can bust at such a rapid pace
spittin’ pace at every which way, until every bit’s slain
bas tryna get cake, till my whole clique paid
whole clique spit flame
[pre-chorus]
gimmi ten minutes, i write a bomb verse
and n-ggas try to get me once, so i bomb first
this is my show, not your concert
truth k!lls, motherf-cker, bet this song hurt
[chorus]
yea, it’s on
work, work (work, work)
i said, it’s on
work, work (work, work)
girl, this your song
work, work (work, work)
oh yea, it’s on
work, work (work, work)
[verse 2]
to the fifth that go to spoils, i’m a spoiled motherf-cker
infect a nixon, roley, them my toys, stupid sucker
i’ll be sh-tting on these n-ggas like a toilet bowl scrubber
and p-ssing off my b-tches, i don’t call, i don’t love
i ain’t slippin, i ain’t trippin’, boy i always wear a rubber
but them lips, and them hips got your boy in some trouble
so a n-gga was to slip, guess a morning i have to drug her
no offence, you legit, probably be a great mother
bent the number 8 sideways at 18
got these babies on a highway, acting scene
she a fiend out the -fast and the furious-, x-rated
and shorty say she bi-curious, the ex made her
[pre-chorus]
gimmi ten minutes, i write a bomb verse
and n-ggas try to get me once, so i bomb first
this is my show, not your concert
truth k!lls, motherf-cker, bet this song hurt
[chorus]
yea, it’s on
work, work (work, work)
i said, it’s on
work, work (work, work)
girl, this your song
work, work (work, work)
oh yea, it’s on
work, work (work, work)
[verse 3]
studio, 26 hours
go home, hit the shower
rolling [?], d-mn
feeling so empowered
where the money, where the cowards
haters, doubters, these slayers
please round them up, cause they swear they got the juice (well, we bout to dry ’em up)
watch these grapes turn to raisin
cause this flame i got is blazing
boy it’s hot under the sun, why you walk around in blazers
silly you, silly silly you, that sh-t isn’t cool
in the coupe, got a pretty hoose
smah it then i deuce
yea, smash it then i deuce
fiends, smash it then i deuce
fiends, smash it then i p-ss it deuce, fiends
i am such a douche, ho
sorry i am such a douche, f-ck it
ha ha
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