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young doja - make it work remix lyrics

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cleaning out my glock tryna make it work
the tek gone make u drop when i make it squirt
smoking blunts of purp hit ya chest it hurt
u smoking reggie that’s some dirt from the f-cking earth
scared n-ggas p-ssy need to go to church
catch that n-gga lackin he get f-ckin murked
steady makin stacks yeah i go to work
b-tch see these stacks she gone go berserk
i do don’t do nun of dat chit chat
got big guns go cl!ck clack
talk sh-t better get back
headshot knock ya lid back
finesse on em want his sh-t back
tyb he want his b-tch back
but she want me cause my d-ck fat
i just keep it real i spit facts
and let’s keep it trill u don’t get that
talkin work i flip that
i break it down like a kit kat
smoking dope while i sit back
flexin on em like a six pack
talkin sh-t u can get cracked
and if u a b-tch u can get slapped
call da hit u can get whacked
better watch ya sh-t when it switchback
cause we stay with heat and u can get clapped
hollow tips i let him em eat that
and i bet it ain’t no feedback
we gone take it all if we see that
and y’all can fall but we need that
i’m tryna get high where da weed at
i just phone da plug when i need that
see bad b-tch im sn-tching her
imma spit some game to capture her
gotta bad b-tch in my p-ssenger
-ss so fat it’s spectacular
if she giving neck then i’m asking her
if she let me hit then i’m smashing her
and when she done wit me p-ss et b-tch off to the team
getting numb off dis lean
while i’m thumbing thru this green
b-tch i been doing my thang so wat da f-ck do u mean
we dominate the game boy u can’t f-ck with my team
we finna get this money and u can’t f-ck with my cream
i’m yo worst nightmare freddy krueger in yo dreams
cleaning out my glock tryna make it work
the tek gone make u drop when i make it squirt
smoking blunts of purp hit ya chest it hurt
u smoking reggie that’s some dirt from the f-cking earth
scared n-ggas p-ssy need to go to church
catch that n-gga lackin he get f-ckin murked
steady makin stacks yeah i go to work
b-tch see these stacks she gone go berserk
i do don’t do nun of dat chit chat
got big guns go cl!ck clack
talk sh-t better get back
headshot knock ya lid back
finesse on em want his sh-t back
tyb he want his b-tch back
but she want me cause my d-ck fat
i just keep it real i spit facts
and let’s keep it trill u don’t get that
talkin work i flip that
i break it down like a kit kat
smoking dope while i sit back
flexin on em like a six pack
talkin sh-t u can get cracked
and if u a b-tch u can get slapped
call da hit u can get whacked
better watch ya sh-t when it switchback
cause we stay with heat and u can get clapped
hollow tips i let him em eat that
and i bet it ain’t no feedback
we gone take it all if we see that
and y’all can fall but we need that
i’m tryna get high where da weed at
i just phone da plug when i need that
see bad b-tch im sn-tching her
imma spit some game to capture her
gotta bad b-tch in my p-ssenger
-ss so fat it’s spectacular
if she giving neck then i’m asking her
if she let me hit then i’m smashing her
and when she done wit me p-ss et b-tch off to the team
getting numb off dis lean
while i’m thumbing thru this green
b-tch i been doing my thang so wat da f-ck do u mean
we dominate the game boy u can’t f-ck with my team
we finna get this money and u can’t f-ck with my cream
i’m yo worst nightmare freddy krueger in yo dream
plug said he finna throw me 3 keys
hit a l!ck on em thats a freebee
blowing on dis piff this dat kiwi
gotta bad b-tch from fiji
talk sh-t n-gga get 3 pieced
make a n-gga sleep like it easy
diamonds so ill got me queasy
all the these lil hoes be fiendin
hit em in da hole and leave em screamin
don’t trust these hoes they scheming
all a n-gga even do is feed em s-m-n
i’m so glad that i get to be me
u p-ssys so mad that u can’t beat me
all i see money n-gga can’t see me
money seen clearly just like 3d
gotta drug hotline that’s 3g
got some overseas sh-t and call it seaweed
i’m on another level they can’t even reach me
30 rounds of metal hit em for they even reach me
pour a 4 of lean man it gotta n-gga sleepy
steady smokin green boy u know we chief-in
turnt alll da way up till i’m tweaking
blowin on gas god d-mn im reeking
put u on yo -ss flat b-tch no speaking
hit her from da back she leaking
p-ssy super wet got her squeaking
the way she use that neck got me preaching
come and learn a lesson cause we teaching
my n-gga we be flexing u just
speaking
smith an weston trigger squeezing



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