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atari boys – forty years lyrics

[intro: jay bandit]
forty years work
i’m talking hard work
put ‘em in they he-rs-
then put ‘em in the dirt
forty years work
i’m talking hard work
put ‘em in they he-rs-
then put ‘em in the dirt

[hook: jay bandit & cappin’ hook]
forty years hard twerk
forty years hard twerk
forty years hard twerk
all that we do is work, work, work
forty years hard twerk
forty years hard twerk
forty years hard twerk
all that we do is work, work, work

[verse 1: jay bandit]
pot full of chicken. money, that’s my motive
magician in the kitchen, i ain’t makin’ potions
i ain’t bakin’ poultry. hit ‘em with them pigeons
throw ‘em in the cauldron. that’s when i get to mixin’
money, that’s my mission. i’m switchin’ up positions
clucking with the chickens gets you in prison for possession
so rappers ain’t musicians? we fluid with them rhythms
i see plenty opposition, but no f-cking compet-tion
not a bad b-tch, she’s something like vixen. d-ck’s in
we samba, black mamba hissin’
and i’m kissin’ lips on these damsels
and i’m twisted, tricks in the phantom
i do business. witness my sickness
three kittens, one mistress sittin’ at the ignition
she grippin’ the tip of the stick-shift. chick so persistent
about to squash that beef
i ain’t talking kobe, homie
ain’t done with the stew yet
taking five like i’m brubeck
what’s a puddle to a blizzard? muggle to a wizard?
six figures sittin’ in your doorway, leaving you disfigured
six figures in my pocket
pushing keys like a locksmith
savor the flavor of major paper
catered by this witch from waverly
all the favors she gave to me
of all the players, she’s craving me
hit ‘em with triplets. never did give a sh-t
big in the business. give me the dividends
grillin’ you businessmen. know that i’m spitting it venomous
bandit is k!llin’ it, ever so villainous

[bridge: jay bandit]
forty years work
i’m talking hard work
put ‘em in they he-rs-
then put ‘em in the dirt
forty years work
i’m talking hard work
put ‘em in they he-rs-
then put ‘em in the dirt

[[hook: jay bandit & cappin’ hook]
forty years hard twerk
forty years hard twerk
forty years hard twerk
all that we do is work, work, work
forty years hard twerk
forty years hard twerk
forty years hard twerk
all that we do is work, work, work

[verse 2 – cappin’ hook]
all i do is work, forty years work
they watch me doing work when i do that dirt
d-ckies on my shirt, a pistol on my lap
feds so fast, but this jig doing laps
feds all dead, so them jigs playing taps
step, it been stepped on. call that bull cr-p
we ain’t pounding now, but the dogs got muzzles
complex wizard, something like puzzles
baseball pitch, the way i ball fast
puffa mcdonalds, i got a big mac
ain’t australian, but i’ll k!ll you out back
everything i spit is truth, that’s something like a fact
shawty bust a nipple behind the washing machine
floss on jibble behind the washing machine
puffa got a riddle – black mask, no pumpkins
candy–ss twiddle, how that jibb slim dunkin’
puffa ain’t done yet, but that’s a f-cking rap
5/4 wizard. what the h-ll is that?
clap for my money, embezzling my jewels
pull the snub out? that’s what corpses do
heard you like beef. heard you chickens quack
p-ssy -ss b-tches – donkey dog cats
everything i spit is truth. that’s something like a fact
already said that. so good i brought it back

- atari boys lyrics

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