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Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work, my niggas chill rap the work My niggas will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More steps than my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Niggas get nervous when they seem determined All black Suburban, boom, boom, boom Came through swervin', turban was [?] Where the bitches at that's determined? Where the bitches at that rap verses? She gon' tap my name and that's cursive I'ma kill the cat what's the verdict? Matter of fact I'm back in my turban, back in my snapback let me serve 'em Heard your knee crack, I cook that perfect, yeah, cook that perfect Yeah, I put that work in, Maybach gon' wrap those curtains Yeah, yeah, got [?] like [?], here go my [?] verses Letras de canciones Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work my niggas chill, rap the work My niggas will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More steps than my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Niggas work and work and make you work to live Don't work, if that don't work, straps of work Thank god this rap shit work my niggas chill, rap the work My niggas will go back and forth Tryin' to pack the work I'm just tryin' to pack it back to Africa More steps than my passport, nigga back to work Fynna throw the hoodie on like a turban Shit wasn't sweet when they left me deserted And now I had a heart but you broke it And now I had feelings but you hurt 'em Now I'm turnin' up on everybody, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you Yeah, I'm turnin' up on everybody, god don't save 'em let me do what I do From Letras Mania