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hard work - lil duke lyrics

[intro: lil duke]
yea l.a., smoke the good weed, ya dig?

[hook: lil duke]
hard work pays off
hell, we don’t get no days off
knock ’em right off and go hide in the loft
i had to come up, make myself a boss
everyday hustling like i’m rick ross
ferrari kit you could hit it, it’s off
believing in god, i iced out the cross
got choppers on choppers you better not cross
i got [?] on [?]
hit ’em up then we gon’ pay for the cost
thottie, she don’t give a f-ck what it costs
nigga we winning, we do not take loss
got a couple bad b-tches in boston
she like to suck it right out of me
i keep it on me like i hit the lottery
i came from nothing, i grew up in poverty

[verse 1: lil duke]
i came from nothing, i was dead broke
prices get cheaper when they come on boat
my b-tch is so bad, she like it in her throat
givenchy all white, i’m dressing like the pope
my b-tches on greenlight, them b-tches on go
white b-tches snorting the c-ke
i never seen a b-tch there when i go
we on the road and we selling out shows
told you before that it’s bros over hoes
got me a drink and i pour up a four
roll in the back was so fat that i choke
i’m a young boss, i’m in l.a. with loads
i don’t talk two-faced, you listen too slow
baby come f-ck me and suck me and go
she suck on that d-ck like a muh’f-cking pro
she like my demeanor, pull up in a ghost
counting up racks and checks everyday
she said she like my style in every way
you want a feature, then you got to pay
you ain’t talking money, you out of place
got a new uzi, i’ll blow you to space
pay for that case and just throw it away
right at them puppet, we toting them k
stack up that money to see better days

[hook: lil duke]
hard work pays off
hell, we don’t get no days off
knock ’em right off and go hide in the loft
i had to come up, make myself a boss
everyday hustling like i’m rick ross
ferrari [?] you could hit it, it’s off
believing in god, i iced out the cross
got choppers on choppers you better not cross
i got [?] on [?]
hit ’em up then we gon’ pay for the cost
thottie, she don’t give a f-ck what it costs
nigga we winning, we do not take loss
got a couple bad b-tches in boston
she like to suck it right out of me
i keep it on me like i hit the lottery
i came from nothing, i grew up in poverty

[verse 2: nechie]
nechie shining, see the diamond glisten
hit a nigga with a stolen glizzy
32 shot let it pop out the glock
hop out that drop and i pop at yo’ top
i take up yo’ block, [?]
f-ck a scale, nigga buy a bale
i just bought my nigga out of jail
he caught a body, he ain’t f-cking tell
had me water, yeah i need a well
bought the foreign just to fishtail
forgiato, yeah they blowing kisses
skrrt skrrt, on you monkey b-tches
banana clip for you monkey niggas
all my shooters, yeah they reggie miller
i just flooded me another bezel
diamonds singing like they bryson tiller
hard work, b-tch, hard work
make her suck it ’till her jaw hurt
shoot the glizzy ’till my palm hurt
catch you lacking, you gon’ hit the dirt
i just made a 50 off of merch
i just made a 50 off of percs
i done made a 50 off of lean
i’m a motherf-cking trap king

[hook: lil duke]
hard work pays off
hell, we don’t get no days off
knock ’em right off and go hide in the loft
i had to come up, make myself a boss
everyday hustling like i’m rick ross
ferrari [?] you could hit it, it’s off
believing in god, i iced out the cross
got choppers on choppers you better not cross
i got [?] on [?]
hit ’em up then we gon’ pay for the cost
thottie, she don’t give a f-ck what it costs
nigga we winning, we do not take loss
got a couple bad b-tches in boston
she like to suck it right out of me
i keep it on me like i hit the lottery
i came from nothing, i grew up in poverty

- lil duke lyrics

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