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key glock - work lyrics
[intro]
band
let the bandplay
[pre_chorus]
wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
i get it in like the first and the third
this sh_t i got on, it came out the dirt
all of this money, i feel like i’m cursed
i lost my dawg, every day this sh_t hurt
i lost my dawg, every day this sh_t hurt
his voice in my head keep on tellin’ me “work”
[chorus]
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
can’t work with all these b_tches
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
ain’t trustin’ none of these n_ggas
[post_chorus]
yeah, i ran that bag up, f_ck n_gga back off
still tryna take all my opps head off
still k!llin’ this sh_t, my bad y’all
diamonds on, you ain’t glock, you a bad dog
yeah, i ran that bag up, f_ck n_gga back off
still tryna take all my opps head off
still k!llin’ these n_ggas, my bad y’all
diamonds on, you ain’t glock, you a bad dog
[verse]
h_llcat, thе range, go with no track out
hit the gas, you can hear whеn i smash out
yeah, just like that n_gga, hands down
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
tryna blow this lil’ b_tch back out, yeah
i been in the cut, now i’m back out, yeah
i been in the cut, but i’m back now, uh
n_gga, i still bring them racks out, yeah
n_gga, i still got racks comin’ in
n_gga, i still bring them plaques out, yeah
don’t judge me, b_tch, that’s how i is
[interlude]
nah, for real, hold on, excuse my french
i’m in uh, france right now
i’m_, yeah
[pre_chorus]
wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
i get it in like the first and the third
this sh_t i got on, it came out the dirt
all of this money, i feel like i’m cursed
i lost my dawg, every day this sh_t hurt
i lost my dawg, every day this sh_t hurt
his voice in my head keep on tellin’ me “work”
[chorus]
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
can’t work with all these b_tches
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
ain’t trustin’ none of these n_ggas
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
can’t work with all these b_tches
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
ain’t trustin’ none of these n_ggas
[post_chorus]
yeah, i ran that bag up, f_ck n_gga back off
still tryna take all my opps head off
still k!llin’ this sh_t, my bad y’all
diamonds on, you ain’t glock, you a bad dog
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