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peter $un - work lyrics

[chorus]
work (uh)
i get up and get to work (yeah, yeah)
i break a bag, b_tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he_rs_ (that’s right)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work (uh, uh)
you know me, i get to work (yeah)
i break a bag, b_tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he_rs_ (ain’t that right?)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work

[verse 1]
i know what they sayin’, i know why they mad
i ain’t got the time for callin’ back, drama, or the flex
i’ma take the hummer to the jet, fly her to the wеst
see how all my dreams turned into movies, quiеt on the set
homie’s girl be all up in my dm tryna get the s_x, no way
i love me too much, i got more respect
catch me off the jose, i might shoot it, nothin’ but the net
i ain’t wanna f_ck, i only came here just to get the neck
papa was a stone g n_gga and a player, i ain’t far from it
homies in this b_tch, if you hit me, you know we all comin’
hit that smoke, look like exhaust
she gon’ tag me for some clout, she gon’ f_ck me to my song
i do not care what they on, ayy, made my own way
told that b_tch do like ja rule say and put it on me, yeah, yeah
just got paid, i do not care what it cost
i get up, i take a fall, ain’t no dental when i floss
i put in
[chorus]
work (uh)
i get up and get to work (yeah, yeah)
i break a bag, b_tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he_rs_ (that’s right)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work (uh, uh)
you know me, i get to work (yeah)
i break a bag, b_tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he_rs_ (ain’t that right?)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work

[bridge]
i got lil’ mama all on me (oh yeah)
rubbin’ on me, she can’t keep her hands off me (alright)
both in the club drunk, singin’ off key (oh yeah)
wonder which one of y’all comin’ with me tonight
woo

[verse 2]
ayy, b_tch, please, know i only came for some money (ain’t that right?)
big dodie in my pocket that poke out like a bunion
i’m back wit’ it, we deserve it, we done hustled from nothin’
she wanna bring her friends too, we can lap up the bucket
it’s like a, uh, all bad, throw me all that, i mean
wan’ thank your mama for creatin’ all that, i mean
ain’t let a n_gga through the front, the homies strapped with me
n_ggas should start to watch the tone that they talk, look
i’m still feelin’ myself (ayy), paink!llers won’t help (ayy)
lil’ mama, put that pressure on me (on me)
n_ggas two man, top_shelf, that money don’t help
i’ma make it look good, you know i’ma get to
[chorus]
work (uh)
i get up and get to work (yeah, yeah)
i break a bag, b_tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he_rs_ (that’s right)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work (uh, uh)
you know me, i get to work (yeah)
i break a bag, b_tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he_rs_ (ain’t that right?)
and when i’m down bad, i get to—

[outro]
need to chill, bro, bro
i snapped on these b_tch_ass n_ggas
i’m so sick and tired of this f_ckin’ job, bro
i’m so sick and tired of this f_ckin’ job, bro, i swear to god
all i wanna do is make clothes, make music, n_gga
that’s it
f_ckin’ tired of this sh_t, bro

- peter un lyrics

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