bak jay - work for this lyrics
[intro]
she play her part, i might buy her a bag, she play her part, i might buy her a bag (d.a. got that dope!)
she play her part, i might buy her a bag, she play her part, i might buy her a bag
[chorus]
two cups for real, full of lean, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
she play her part, i might buy her a bag
tryna get off these pills, they be whoopin’ my ass
hate me a n+gga that wanna talk sh+t but be broke than a b+tch, can’t show me a band
it be so many hoes when i land, don’t know her name but i know that her head good
dead man on it, this blunt be the best ‘wood
i get to twitchin’, start shootin’ at y’all
[verse 1]
f+ckin’ on her but hеr lil’ bro a fan, take a pic after just puttin’ d+ck in her jaw
sh+t that i got on еxpensive, i just spent a twenty ball
sh+t crazy, me and bro was just hoppin’ out cars
[?] fell in love with them bars
she ain’t f+ckin’ on him, wanna f+ck on a star
’til the b+tch done good, she wasn’t here from the start
[refrain]
ho wan’ chill, smoke my weed, tell her she gotta work for this
two cups for real, full of lean, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
(ho wan’ chill, smoke my weed, tell her she gotta work for this)
two cups for real, full of lean, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
[verse 2]
kid be fresh with the paper, ain’t addin’ up
b+tch wan’ d+ck, ain’t had enough
twenty+two thousand just to fix a b+tton
in the car, move on, gon’ switch it up
i know it’s gon’ fix my problems
fixin’ issues with this bottle
louis v from top to bottom
i don’t got sh+t, can’t give you a dollar
live it all the way up, might not be here tomorrow
she goin’, i f+cked your favorite model
i’m blowin’, yeah, this my favorite chopper
broke as h+ll, never go back again
[refrain]
ho wan’ chill, smoke my weed, tell her she gotta work for this
two cups for real, full of lean, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
(ho wan’ chill, smoke my weed, tell her she gotta work for this)
two cups for real, full of lean, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
[chorus]
she play her part, i might buy her a bag
tryna get off these pills, they be whoopin’ my ass
hate me a n+gga that wanna talk sh+t but be broke than a b+tch, can’t show me a band
it be so many hoes when i land, don’t know her name but i know that her head good
dead man on it, this blunt be the best ‘wood
i get to twitchin’, start shootin’ at y’all
[refrain]
(ho wan’ chill, smoke my weed, tell her she gotta work for this)
two cups for real, full of lean, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
(ho wan’ chill, smoke my weed, tell her she gotta work for this)
two cups for real, full of lean, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
[outro]
huh, my weed, uh, perc’ in it
f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
uh, uh, perc’ in it, f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it
f+ck ’round, throw a perc’ in it, uh, uh, perc’ in it
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