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Work, work I'm finna work, work (Uh-uh) Work, work Hell yeah, I'm finna skrrt-skrrt (Uh- uh) I'm finna lurk-lurk (Uh-uh) Oh yeah, I'm finna lurk-lurk (Yeah, yeah) Skrrt-skrrt Car go motherfuckin', skrrt-skrrt (Yeah, yeah) Ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Ridin with za' in my bag, this the trap pack Bad bitch on my dick, yeah, I had to snatch that (Skrrt-skrrt) I had to snatch that (Skrrt-skrrt) Booted back up, yeah, you know I got the snap-back (Skrrt-skrrt) .45 on me, yeah, you know I can't lack-lack (Skrrt-skrrt) Up it up off the hip, nigga better back-back (Skrrt-skrrt) Work, work (Skrrt-skrrt) I'm finna work, work (Uh-uh) Work, work Hell yeah, I'm finna skrrt-skrrt (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt) I'm finna lurk-lurk Oh yeah, I'm finna lurk-lurk (Yeah, yeah) Skrrt-skrrt, car go motherfuckin', skrrt skrrt (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt) (Skrrt-skrrt) Car go, "Skrrt-skrrt" Letras de cancionesBack in the spot, yeah, it's Thursday I was the one really doin' it in the first place Said that you kill, you ain't even past first base This bitch want Ruth Chris on the first date Turn up thе club on a motherfuckin' Thursday Skrrt-skrrt (Or a Monday), skrrt-skrrt (Or a Tuesday, or a Wednеsday) Skrrt-skrrt (Any fuckin' day, any fuckin' day) (Backend, baby) (Told that bitch throw the backend while I hit it from the back) (Throw up 1c too, all that 1c shit) (All that backend shit) (Gettin' backends, bitch) (Yeah, yeah) Work, work (Yeah) I'm finna work, work (Uh-uh) Work, work (Uh) Hell yeah, I'm finna skrrt-skrrt I'm finna lurk-lurk Hell yeah, I'm finna lurk-lurk (Yeah, yeah) Skrrt-skrrt, car go motherfuckin', "Skrrt-skrrt" Yeah, yeah Ridin with za' in my bag, this the trap pack (Bad bitch on my dick, yeah, I had to snatch that; skrrt-skrrt) (I had to snatch that) (Booted back up, yeah, you know I got the snap-back; skrrt-skrrt) (.45 on me, yeah, you know I can't lack-lack; skrrt-skrrt) (Up it up off the hip, nigga better back-back) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ridin with za' in my bag, this the trap pack) (Bad bitch on my dick, yeah, I had to snatch that) (I had to snatch that) (Booted back up, yeah, you know I got the snap-back) (.45 on me, yeah, you know I can't lack-lack) (Up it up off the hip, nigga better back-back) From Letras Mania