kamre haze – working lyrics
[hook]
who that working? that’s your boy
who that twerking? that’s your girl
[verse 1: kamre haze]
fuck shit? i don’t play that, you out of style like 8-tracks
i roll an ounce and i face that, a drug test? i can’t ace that
that pussy sweet like it’s payback, just don’t tell her that i say that
they call me k!lla, i slay raps, one day i’ll cop maybach’s
that’s maybach’s, that’s plural, hoe, i’m with your girl and your girl a hoe
that’s a fact, if you didn’t know, but i highly doubt that you didn’t know
i don’t know what you want from me and i don’t know what she want from me
that pussy shit, is not from me, shit i drop is not b-mmy
you could catch a bullet like op tummy’s, and i’mma dip if i see a cop coming
i ain’t scared to walk, b-tch, i’m not running, i’m the shit but i’m not plumbing
no more games, don’t fuck around, i’m done playing, i’m serious
said fuck fame, don’t need a crown, i keep slaying, you furious
you know the name, i hold it down, if they keep paying, then i’m curious
but if you think that i’ll give it up, you fuck boys are delirious
[hook]
who that working? that’s your boy
who that twerking? that’s your girl
[verse 2: og tone]
yeah, you already know who it is in the building
it’s the og
shout out that boy kamre haze
october 5th
money is my only motherfucking motive
i wouldn’t be one of the slaves to all the checks you owe him
you best just, open up yourself, i’m warming up a little, that’s a warning, fix your collar for i split it down the middle
don’t talk dollars to me
i was brought up in the family business with the tool belt on my waist
was hotter than the god d-mn coogi on me
now, who saying, this basket case, truth paying, i’m filling up all the brackets with only a few statements
just call me the blue satan, i’m telling you really hate me, the celly is always blinging, you jealous, she seen my penis
get kelly, we going live, can you pick up another regis? if not, the khameleono will shape-shift to new beings
just find me an old english
got a lot of…stress on my mind and weight of verse and the world on my shoulders got these cops feeling like they gotta breathalyze, uh
[hook]
who that working? that’s your boy
who that twerking? that’s your girl
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