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work (remix) - ripsi winelover lyrics

[a$ap ferg]
i gotta close the window before i record
‘cause new york don’t know how to be quiet
(work) stand up!
(work) ferg!
hoo! hoo! hoo!

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
i throw my gucci bag
to the side to go fight
this b*tch
the girl thought
she was sl!ck to say my name
in a bad way
who does she think she is
she ain’t better than me
(period)

[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
coogi, down, to the, socks, like i’m, biggie poppa (baby!)
keep your girl head in my tommy boxers
but really though, she a silly ho, ’cause you know the fergenstein getting plenty dough
she don’t get nothin’ from a n*gga though; all she get is hard d*ck and some cheerios
kinda silly though, but i’m lyrical, bеt i put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
no tint though, on my window, so you see a n*gga shining in thе benzo
ballin’! (skkrrrrr!) got me feelin’ like jim jones
i’m a pimp though, no limp though, couldn’t copy my style in kinkos
put in work, run up on a k!ller then i put him in the dirt
run up in the buildin’, semi gon’ squirt, that’s what a n*gga get when they gettin’ on my nerves
i ain’t lyin’ – lay ’em on the curb, ridin’ on a k!ller who be coming at ferg!
(d*mn!) girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
put in work, flacko put ’em in the dirt
french got the shovel he gon’ put him in the earth, trinidad maniac with a all gold he*rs*
yeah, uh, put in work, schoolboy q with a pound of the purp
so much work he’ll smoke up the earth – polo ground, a$ap world
[verse 3: french montana]
(ha!) that ain’t kanye
that’s montana – loose cannon
he shot me so i had to do it
put him in the dirt, put him in it first
i just sold a swammy with ten homies on it
her ass fat, you could park ten tahoes on it
when they mask up, comin’ for your ice
when they bare*faced, they coming for your life
baby don’t pray for me pray for the weak
i’m drinkin’ lean, it help me sleep
illuminati? i’m from the streets
never sold my body, we takin’ bodies

[chorus]
put in work, put in work
put in work, put ’em in the dirt

[verse 4: trinidad james]
shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
they don’t ask no questions, n*gga, all they do is bang!
bang, bang! they don’t ask no questions
all they do is bang, bang!
i said i do this for them shottas, trinidad i love ya
i do this for them shottas, jamaica i’m your brother
i know a b*tch from vi, yeah yeah yeah that’s my partner
you got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that’s your problem
i f*ck with asian n*ggas, and i f*ck with migos
i f*ck with haitian n*ggas, all they speak is creole
i said all i speak is real, y’all n*ggas might hate me but
that don’t get no deal, i said no that don’t get no deal
i just now got my deal, but i been gettin’ this money
no green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing
but work… work… work
[chorus]
put in work, put in work
put in work, put ’em in the dirt

[verse 5: ripsi winelover]
h*h*h*hold up
you b*tches thought
i was done with my verse?
b*tch no i came to spit
more fire
(more fire)
now these b*tches need to
give me sp*ce
social distance
these hoes think they spit fire
linda trollium
now it’s been years
since she tryna beef with me
but my smart ass knows what to say
she wants a reaction out of me
now you know hoe
we finna fight once again
and i’m not gonna take a break
you just mad that my shether
was more better than yours
b*tch, you thought your alter
ego as better than mine
hoe think again
cause im the barbie
b*tch
and you will never be me b*tch
but thats what you wanna do
but i already been made b*tch
and look i came off an island b*tch
while you came from nothing b*tch
you sold your kids for crack
what a good mother b*tch
now your husband didn’t wanna
be with you thats why he came
to my house after you fell asleep
and he also ate my cat b*tch
he said he didn’t wan’
your stanky p*ssy b*tch
now look at my im winning b*tch
and your career dead
ghostbuster b*tch
[verse 6: school boyq]
yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!
a lotta n*ggas died, should’ve been from hoover street
no i do not have a car, but i could buy one every week
pimpin’ like i’m 33, move keys like i’m 36
ship o’s like i’m 28, tacoma know i’m pushin’ weight
o*x*y i’m in your state, eatin’ off your dinner plate
my heart live where santa stay, super fly, i need a cape
b*tches throwin’ p*ssy back and forth, they on my d*ck
passion drippin’ off her lip, she say she never had a crip
uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
all big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you’re worth
yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the church
deacon said i did my sh*t, the pastor said, “that n*gga turned.”
pop my collar on my shirt, make these b*tches go berserk
shippin’ units, captain kirk, takin’ xannies poppin’ percs
might not last, i’ll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a he*rs*
back to the lab with mother earth, had to give young ferg a verse

[verse 7: a$ap rocky]
a lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
drivin’ by, poppin’ nines, pakistan, columbine
out of line, pistols barkin’, “ar, ar!” ride or die
write a script, design a line, all i see is dollar signs
you want that pretty flacko? ratchets, designer jackets
the same n*ggas who jack it be the first who claim we f*ggots
my b*tch is a movie actress, side b*tch won a beauty pageant
got a chick that worked at magic, but i’m so d*mn fine make a b*tch look average
see my daddy in heaven, right next to ferg’s
you know what’s up i’m throwin’ bucks, loaded lux (put in work!)

- ripsi winelover lyrics

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