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barry pablo – he works كلمات اغاني

[intro]
alright (yeah, yeah) let’s do this real quick (yeah, yeah), it’s barry pablo
aye, let’s do this one more time for perseu though
can you dig it?
(yeah) shout out to the senior class, (aye, yay, yay, yay)
class of 2022 (wassup, wassup)
boutta hit that real life uh, you know the feelin’ (yeah, you already know it)
(yeah, yeah) perseu in this b_tch
90210
uh, yeah grinding tuff for big cash (yeah) shout out to oje. (wooh)
i don’t give a f_ck right now i’ma just spit what i’m feelin’ (nah, nah, nah)
it ain’t nothin’ (y’all wanna see something?)
ok yuh (yeah) yeah (yeah), yeah yeah (maximum volume)

[verse 1]
now i was taught in my adolescence getting money is critical
for every individual tryna break out of minimals
dinero controlling our material cause imperial
it’s a miracle we think freely and not inferior
enforcing my right to commit force and then plead the fifth
cause my fist is full of anger, iron fist, my hand’s rich
losing focus on my studies cause the district in a blitz
and the teacher’s quitting, i think i’ma motherf_cking flip
cause what we need less is kids with no diplomas for a life
telling us to pipe down right now or fight loud
i’ma do the ladder, no time for steps, just flights now
i’ma write now, put down my mind till i spike now
i’m tryna get the plays and people to listen please
i don’t see a way to fail unless i flee
itching to write a couple of words that convey my brain, they call me perseu
don’t be coming at me with love on fake sh_t
unless you like a brand new can of face hits
i should be enjoying life, not betray sh_t
my childhood is over, d_mn i’m late sh_t
high school girls my boys would fight for
leave our jaws on the floor, b_tch, find you at four
cause we liable to break rules like bueller
till we transform to mature adult_ors
now i’m out to battle like soldiers who do tours
in my core is a world that’s soon to be explored
when i pour out my life, it will leave your ass floored
every chore, every score, every mom and dad sword
while we swore on a tome ’bout a lord who struck chords
and save souls who blast mortals for wrong color
take a stroll, find peace, don’t fight about a piece
just piece together your life and be happy when deceased
[hook]
he works from nine till five and then
he takes another home again
to find me waitin’ for him

[verse 2]
i crumple papers for a living, that’s the truth
when i’m in the booth they feel my presence like sixth sense
when i’m not working on music, i be grinding in the gym
on my glutes, 3s appear to me like beetlejuice
perseu, perseu, perseu, boo
need a hail mary for the times of hardship
my heart sank like titanic, my arc’s lit
from large fits to influenced by part pimps
uh, never a quiet night cause speakers with the bass
be blowing up the place, i be staying up late
hitting shorties up on the dm’s with cops on the pm
chasing them down till the sun down, it’s the season
mo money, mo problems but i ain’t got a single one
my worry, dodging the snake who spit venom with a gun
i’m the one, are you the one?, i’m the one, pal
my sk!ll is like vibranium, it’s unbreakable now
i feel cathartic when my heart be starting to pick apart my past
i don’t cry, i just laugh, it’s nothing to me but a craft
it’s a biz for the bliss, i shouldn’t be feeling sad
cause when the money come you’ll be seeing more of my ass
repping sets, big plates that you b_tches couldn’t take
school mates, christ’s sake, solemn, fight fakes
for my sake, i shouldn’t be influenced by the hate
cause when it all comes down, they’ll be feeling my escape
uh, with the girl that be feeling all of my raps
hit her from the back, so deep, she finna take a nap
i need’a a map, her p_ssy so wet, i need phelps
make her melt, then we cuddle up warm like wearing pelts
it ain’t nothing but a habit, earn profit, i’m illmatic
homies feeling static when they see they boy be matted
speak to you like a socratic, on the low, i’m feeling mattered
and the haters mad so they slit wrists like gianna
i don’t mean to ramble but i got a brain in bulk
it’s big like hulk, so bear with me folks
my pen is pulped with blood for the crud
i had to deal with growing up but my time is showing up
i’m taking lessons in rap, so y’all can like
whenever i write, i’m making a statement or a fight
you recite whenever i’m on the stage every night
cause working hard for the money is the motto for life, it’s perseu
[hook]
he works from nine till five and then
he takes another home again
to find me waitin’ for him

[outro]
now i was taught in my adolescence getting money is critical
for every individual tryna break out of minimals
(howdy, howdy, howdy, howdy y’all) (uh, yeah)
(howdy, howdy, howdy, y’all) (uh, yeah)

- barry pablo

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