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rawood - workin' lyrics

workin’ lyrics
[intro: rio da yung og]
ghetto boyz sh+t, n+gga
mhm
what you doin’, bro?
you say we workin’? alright, me too, n+gga
tell these folks how we, alright
yeah, ghetto boyz sh+t, n+gga

[chorus: rawood]
one ‘bows cost the boy ten thousand
two g’s, one flip, peel off and i’m smilin’
they tryna bite my style, tryna be me, but i doubt it
open up the bag, you can really smell the power
i’m workin’, i don’t get paid by the hour
she worthless if she don’t give brain within an hour
i’m hurtin’ if i don’t make a g by tonight
i been grindin’ all my life, i gotta get it right

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
okay, ayy, i gotta get it right
thirty+seven thousand on me pros, i might trip tonight
got a [?], i get ‘bows for a pretty price
vvs diamonds f color, i got different ice
two g’s, one flip when i’m sellin’ zaz’
i got .223s, four+nicks, and even lamb eyes
f+ck around and set some sh+t ablaze when that fin fire
last n+gga tried da yung og got shot ten times
b+tch, i’m workin’
i been sippin’ wocky straight today, so i’m swervin’
if you see me in the hood, then i was probably servin’
you can’t get away when i spray, this a thirty
scratchin’ like i’m dirty, but i’m not, bae, that’s a perky
i’m a dopehead, i been drinkin’ lean since thursday
wocky got me noddin’, that’s just showin’ me it’s workin’
n+gga ran off with a zip, was it worth it?
probably not, ’cause i’ma get him dropped, i ain’t gon’ hurt him
[chorus: rawood]
one ‘bows cost the boy ten thousand
two g’s, one flip, peel off and i’m smilin’
they tryna bite my style, tryna be me, but i doubt it
open up the bag, you can really smell the power
i’m workin’, i don’t get paid by the hour
she worthless if she don’t give brain within an hour
i’m hurtin’ if i don’t make a g by tonight
i been grindin’ all my life, i gotta get it right

[verse 2: rawood]
spent a bag on rodeo, really like how my day goin’
i’m finna hit the cookie store and post it up on melrose
swear to god they all mad ’cause i sell dope
smokin’ [?] piece of weed went in my d+mn throat
swear to god this sh+t’ll make me wanna throw up
i was broke, but now i glowed up
i just bought a bag of runtz, now i’m a f+ckin’ pro up
and all the money in the world is what i’m chasin’ after
we was runnin’ from them jakes, i had to shake the captain
m3 performance tester with the autopilot
had to mash out
i d+mn near blew the dash out
stole your b+tch and i straight blew her back out
backpack boys, tiramisu
smokin’ a ‘wood on my way to malibu
now i’m on the ocean eatin’ wagyu at n0bu
and he beggin’ for a front, my baby, don’t n0body know you
[chorus: rawood]
one ‘bows cost the boy ten thousand
two g’s, one flip, peel off and i’m smilin’
they tryna bite my style, tryna be me, but i doubt it
open up the bag, you can really smell the power
i’m workin’, i don’t get paid by the hour
she worthless if she don’t give brain within an hour
i’m hurtin’ if i don’t make a g by tonight
i been grindin’ all my life, i gotta get it right

- rawood lyrics

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