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billy the fridge - workaholic lyrics

[verse 1: bill the fridge]
this goes out to all the people working day jobs
who would quit if it didn’t mean the pay stops
i just want to play till my brain rots
don’t know any other way, so i take shots
yeah i take shots
i can drink a hennessy half gallon
some call it a problem, i call it a talent
you gotta balance
living that kinda life
being that kinda guy
working the 9-5
a life of leisure a believer call in sick today
hey! who’s d-ck do i gotta suck to get a chick-fil-a
that’s g-y
no really though it’s time to stop
when it comes to girls i’m a bull in a v-g-n- shop
a fine line to walk do you think its funny
bear with me b-tch, better have my honey
crackin’ brewskies with the broskies we ain’t lonely
4 a.m. we up drunk cooking macaroni
fine bologna, drinking out a bag of wine
sh-t its wednesday got to get work on time
go in drunk be like, “yo f-ck the boss!”
i’m something like rick ross with extra sauce

[hook]
call it what you want to call it
i’m a f-cking workaholic
okay come up out yo pocket!
put that money in my wallet
call it what you want to call it
i’m a f-cking workaholic

[verse 2: bill the fridge]
its friday i’m more excited than rebecca black
that’s my fun day because mondays are hecka’ wack
hear the record scratch
pizza party cowabunga!
overtime is a waste of time we ain’t getting any younger
we ain’t getting any drunker
we hit a plateau
chasing chubby chicks i’ma dry hump a fat roll
“man that’s so…” ah f-ck it smash b-tches
we ain’t got to work today its half christmas
puts some hash in it
“wanna shmoke-a-bowl?”
we got recalled cans of four loko bro
kick it with the juggalos
i’m half slizzered
call up wally wigger, wildin with the rap wizards
no scissors, punk rock don’t cut curls
roll a big fat, kick back and grub churros
we love girls
settle for a few sl-t hoes its a work night “dude loose b-ttholes!”

[hook]
call it what you want to call it
i’m a f-cking workaholic
okay come up out yo pocket
put that money in my wallet
call it what you want to call it
i’m a f-cking workaholic

[verse 3: bill the fridge]
somedays you just got to get loose
sit on top of tha roof
crack a couple of brews and let things go
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yo, yo, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh
somedays you just got to get loose
sit on top of tha roof
crack a couple of brews and let things go

[outro: bill the fridge]
this goes out to all the people working day jobs
who would quit if it did’int mean the pay stops
i just want to play till my brain rots
don’t know any other way, so i take shots
so i take shots yeah i take shots
wanna take shots
call it what you want to call it
i’m a f-cking workaholic

- billy the fridge lyrics

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