letra de work - key glock
[intro]
band
let the bandplay
[pre-chorus]
wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
i get it in like the first and the third
this sh-t i got on, it came out the dirt
all of this money, i feel like i’m cursed
i lost my dawg, every day this sh-t hurt
i lost my dawg, every day this sh-t hurt
his voice in my head keep on tellin’ me “work”
[chorus]
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
can’t work with all these b-tches
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
ain’t trustin’ none of these n-ggas
[post-chorus]
yeah, i ran that bag up, f-ck n-gga back off
still tryna take all my opps head off
still k!llin’ this sh-t, my bad y’all
diamonds on, you ain’t glock, you a bad dog
yeah, i ran that bag up, f-ck n-gga back off
still tryna take all my opps head off
still k!llin’ these n-ggas, my bad y’all
diamonds on, you ain’t glock, you a bad dog
[verse]
h-llcat, thе range, go with no track out
hit the gas, you can hear whеn i smash out
yeah, just like that n-gga, hands down
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
tryna blow this lil’ b-tch back out, yeah
i been in the cut, now i’m back out, yeah
i been in the cut, but i’m back now, uh
n-gga, i still bring them racks out, yeah
n-gga, i still got racks comin’ in
n-gga, i still bring them plaques out, yeah
don’t judge me, b-tch, that’s how i is
[interlude]
nah, for real, hold on, excuse my french
i’m in uh, france right now
i’m-, yeah
[pre-chorus]
wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
ten toes down, yeah, stay on alert
i get it in like the first and the third
this sh-t i got on, it came out the dirt
all of this money, i feel like i’m cursed
i lost my dawg, every day this sh-t hurt
i lost my dawg, every day this sh-t hurt
his voice in my head keep on tellin’ me “work”
[chorus]
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
can’t work with all these b-tches
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
ain’t trustin’ none of these n-ggas
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
can’t work with all these b-tches
yeah, i work, work, work my ass off
ain’t trustin’ none of these n-ggas
[post-chorus]
yeah, i ran that bag up, f-ck n-gga back off
still tryna take all my opps head off
still k!llin’ this sh-t, my bad y’all
diamonds on, you ain’t glock, you a bad dog
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