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rick ross - work remix lyrics

[verse 1: rick ross]
b-tches talking ’bout me, this d-ck the bomb
all my b-tches spanish; gloria estefan
i f-ck ’em fast and furious; paul walker
screaming ”rest in peace”; blocka blocka
boycott louie vuitton, f-ck no, i like louie
boycott these p-ssy n-ggas and f-ck their f-cking feelings
they’re lights go out, it gets kinda dark
put in work, i called your boss
he in the mob, this n-gga loud
he double m, he rich for life
this forever, not just my ig name
i’m rich forever, h-lla real estate
i got that white, i got that white
black barbie boss, oh yeah, you got that right
paid in full, my n-gga eric b
leather shorts and your leather sleeves
and people watch at sixty jeans
your b-tch a thot, fat trel f-ck for free
tracy t, maybe me
let me call my zoes look like little haiti leaf
first 48 and you the first one up
ain’t gone do no blogs, we just run it up
i play for keep so don’t you play with me
your head got a price, don’t make me pay the fee
don’t make me pay the fee, don’t make me pay the fee
your head got a price, don’t make me pay the fee
mastermind

[verse 2: a$ap.ferg]
a lot of n-ggas die, due to these streets
a lot of mamas cry, due to this beef
purple kush got me high, don’t wanna leave
see my daddy in heaven, he be the realest g
and your b-tch i got her, she like my tommy boxers
n-gga i ain’t no boxer, i let that tommy box ’em
make ’em say ugh, silkk the shocker
very rare vesace, i bet my silk will shock her

[hook: a$ap.ferg]
put in work, put ’em in the dirt
semi gon’ squirt, d-mn he got murked
who got that work? he got that work
she pop that p-ssy, she make it twerk
a couple model b-tches, thought i balled for the lakers
all they know is suck and f-ck and speak a different language
she like that cocaina, she sniff it off my banger
she like to blow my nine, i think she’s going brainless

[verse 3: a$ap.ferg]
all my dominican n-ggas, got me speaking spanglish
now that i’m rapping, i’m f-cking different singers
celine dion, mariah carey
i got them nick cannons, if you coming at me
couple of them skinny n-ggas, that be trigger happy
feel them candy girls, make them do the laffy taffy
they pop a pill, then they pop a bullet
man, f-cking with this n-gga like playing russian roulette
i ain’t wanna pull it, but i had to do it
i be out tomorrow, my lawyer’s jewish
he work hard, he put in work
he put in work, got these n-ggas going bezerk
riding music, i see you riding to it
bang ’em over the head, n-gga that for talking foolish
n-gga, work hard, put in work
put in work, got these n-ggas going berserk

- rick ross lyrics

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