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wacko - work lyrics

{intro}

{verse 1}
heat under my seat (twacked)
paranoid gotta stare around
hot boxing that whip (smokey)
loud reakin’ gotta air it out
and in the 8 i run it (tell em)
kingpin but no paramount
if i get the chance ima k!ll it
(what u gone do)
homie ima tear it down
you got me f-cked up don’t get confused
don’t run ya mouth with your sh-t twisted
i get up in your b-tch (fisted)
white d-ck but no limp biscuit
i live putting in work i die putting in work
i ride putting in work i built my life off of this dirt
so i don’t give a f-ck bout the new sh-t
bones snapping like tooth picks
-ss is almost too thick for me all i know is im too sick
and im ruthless to that backside d-ck similar to that crack high
after party is cracking (how u liven?)
i’m liven that fast life
and im out late no curfew she pop one i burn 2
i smell like her perfume my girl friend gone learn who
gotta fat blunt of blue dream trunk fulla dat a1 yola
tell your homies you got the hook
but go by the book and don’t say i told ya
f-ck around and get merced wannabe get ya head blown
you walkin in to my dead zone ill swoop up on yo redbone
she ridden it and she loving it she poplin it for that drug use
and god forbid the day u slip and i gotta let this slug loose

{chorus x2}
i live putting in work i die putting in work
i ride putting in work i built my life offa this dirt

{verse 2}
17 years young d-mn straight already k!llin sh-t
rap game my puppet (j-pedo) ima lyrical ventriloquist
middle fingers to the haters
shout out to my dogs that are down for the cause
hear them guns clapping? (what about em?)
i call that sh-t a round of applause
im makin money no time for games rollin out on that thizzle ex
streets floodin with crystal meth so no wonder my pistol flex
but i live my life and it ain’t the best
im on a mission can’t take a breath
im h-lla dope don’t break ya neck
i sell the most and blaze the rest
abouta rack mills (that real) take a steel bat get ya cap peeled
get outta here wit yo whack deals
you don’t sound tight and u lack sk!lls
got fat wheels and flat paint (what u whippin?) im whipping that chevrolet
i don’t always work but when i do i work it everyday

{chorus x2}

- wacko lyrics

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