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j the s - go to work كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
baby they got nothing on me
just some motherf-cking fronting emcees
i tell my girl roll up my trees
time to go to work, i just roll up my sleeves
yeah, baby they got nothing on me
just some c-cksucker sucker emcees
i tell my b-tch, hey roll up my trees
time to go to work, i just roll up my sleeves

[verse 1]
soon as i got these b-tches’ boyfriends mean mugging me
my old ex send texts, keep bugging me
what i look like with some skinny jeans hugging me?
i don’t f-ck with complete f-ckery
i got political rhymes, criminal ties
literally living all the sh-t i spit in these lines
i ain’t faking the funk
trying to get my fed time taped in the trunk
it go (?)
y’all don’t wanna play, dog, y’all should pause
look at my squad dog, all the gods puffing on cigars
having ménage à trois to cope with broken hearts
seventeen on ecstasy, two chicks next to me
word…life, earn stripes like a referee
f-ck who you’re sending me
i send ’em back crawling like a centipede

[hook]

[verse 2]
i ain’t gotta pay the rest
may the best man win, it’s phinelia and j the s
everyday i’m fresh, and they a mess
i love living this squad
i’m the n-gga that they hate to deck
i remember i was penny poor
made my first hundred racks, now it’s time to make many more
and i’m too fly to just f-ck any wh0r-
break up white like ashton and demi moore
for the n-ggas not here, let the henny pour
catch me on blue hill riding on twenty fours
you should see the way these b-tches be icing me
f-ck, if you got a record deal, you ain’t as nice as me
and i write with ease, i’m the type to squeeze
me and mice go together like rice and d’s
i cook crack at the right degree
and just know if you think you a dog, i might pee

[hook]

[verse 3]
i never had a bill, ho
before i get a rope, i sell weed and dope, a bit of both
you gonna need a reference if you wanna get a quote
i write crack in that sh-t, but you spit it so
i ain’t hating on your man, but the n-gga broke
wannabe rapper, got on stage and the n-gga choked
he work at walgreens, talking about flipping c0ke
he said my money funny, i don’t get the joke

[verse 4]
i got the world at my fingertips
no label, my body is who i’m inking with
seeing uncle john k!ll again, a sin a single sip
pretty things i’m linking with, stinking this incubus
got things over here, things over there
no fair, really don’t care
they can find you hiding like saddam on his drama
you gonna have to come and hunt me down for years like osama

[hook]

- j the s

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