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baka not nice - gimme that work lyrics

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[verse 1]
got that tip from [?] and you got them pies
all my n-gg-s gucci, so they down to ride
left my mask at home, we don’t do disguise
got a four fif’ on my side in case they wanna try
pull up, skrt (woah)
grippin’ the stick when i turn (yeah)
smokin’, i’m calmin’ my nerves
kickin’ the door and i’m goin’ in first
family see me, they goin’ berserk
like give me the bag and n-body get hurt

[chorus 1]
gimme that work, hey (woo)
gi-gi-gimme that work
gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work, hey
gimme that work

[post-chorus]
trust now, you know i’m up now
she see me with a bag, she wanna f-ck now
they see me with a aud’, they wanna know how
rollin’ off a addy, i can’t slow down (uh, uh, uh, woo)

[verse 2]
i robbed your b-tch for the night, i might just give her the pipe
i might just—
i might just dip in it twice, i might just speak of a spice (yeah, yeah)
she did it back to the kitchen, whippin’ and cheffin’ that white (whip it, whip)
told her to p-ss me the scale, answer the phone

[chorus 2]
and gimme that work, hey (woo)
gi-gi-gimme that work
gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work, hey

gimme that work, hey (woo, woo)
gi-gi-gimme that work
gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
f-ck with my money, somebody get murked
gimme that work

[bridge]
said, said, hey
yeah
yeah, yeah, hey
said, said, hey
hey

[chorus 3]
gimme that work, hey (woo)
gi-gi-gimme that work
gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work, hey

gimme that work, hey
gimme that work
gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work, hey
gi-gi-gimme that work, nuh
’bout to gimme that work
gimme that work

[post-chorus]
trust now, you know i’m up now
she see me with a bag, she wanna f-ck now
they see me with a aud’, they wanna know how
rollin’ off a addy, i can’t slow down

[outro]
i’m ’bout the f-ckin’ bags, my n-gg-
the two bits that made it true, my n-gg-
now i’m flyin’ private jets with the crew, my n-gg-
where the f-ck where you when the judge gave me 13 years, 9 months?
where the f-ck were you?
when my pops was in the court room in shock
where were you when i was down below?
yo, i got convicted of somethin’ i ain’t even f-ckin’ do, my n-gg-
f-ck, man
we don’t do the long talkin’, ayy?
we just get straight to the barkin’
it’s a ovo ting



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