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letra de work - peter $un

[chorus]
work (uh)
i get up and get to work (yeah, yeah)
i break a bag, b-tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he-rs- (that’s right)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work (uh, uh)
you know me, i get to work (yeah)
i break a bag, b-tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he-rs- (ain’t that right?)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work

[verse 1]
i know what they sayin’, i know why they mad
i ain’t got the time for callin’ back, drama, or the flex
i’ma take the hummer to the jet, fly her to the wеst
see how all my dreams turned into movies, quiеt on the set
homie’s girl be all up in my dm tryna get the s-x, no way
i love me too much, i got more respect
catch me off the jose, i might shoot it, nothin’ but the net
i ain’t wanna f-ck, i only came here just to get the neck
papa was a stone g n-gga and a player, i ain’t far from it
homies in this b-tch, if you hit me, you know we all comin’
hit that smoke, look like exhaust
she gon’ tag me for some clout, she gon’ f-ck me to my song
i do not care what they on, ayy, made my own way
told that b-tch do like ja rule say and put it on me, yeah, yeah
just got paid, i do not care what it cost
i get up, i take a fall, ain’t no dental when i floss
i put in
[chorus]
work (uh)
i get up and get to work (yeah, yeah)
i break a bag, b-tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he-rs- (that’s right)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work (uh, uh)
you know me, i get to work (yeah)
i break a bag, b-tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he-rs- (ain’t that right?)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work

[bridge]
i got lil’ mama all on me (oh yeah)
rubbin’ on me, she can’t keep her hands off me (alright)
both in the club drunk, singin’ off key (oh yeah)
wonder which one of y’all comin’ with me tonight
woo

[verse 2]
ayy, b-tch, please, know i only came for some money (ain’t that right?)
big dodie in my pocket that poke out like a bunion
i’m back wit’ it, we deserve it, we done hustled from nothin’
she wanna bring her friends too, we can lap up the bucket
it’s like a, uh, all bad, throw me all that, i mean
wan’ thank your mama for creatin’ all that, i mean
ain’t let a n-gga through the front, the homies strapped with me
n-ggas should start to watch the tone that they talk, look
i’m still feelin’ myself (ayy), paink!llers won’t help (ayy)
lil’ mama, put that pressure on me (on me)
n-ggas two man, top-shelf, that money don’t help
i’ma make it look good, you know i’ma get to
[chorus]
work (uh)
i get up and get to work (yeah, yeah)
i break a bag, b-tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he-rs- (that’s right)
and when i’m down bad, i get to work (uh, uh)
you know me, i get to work (yeah)
i break a bag, b-tch, the money come first (what?)
i need a milli’ ‘fore they put me in a he-rs- (ain’t that right?)
and when i’m down bad, i get to—

[outro]
need to chill, bro, bro
i snapped on these b-tch-ass n-ggas
i’m so sick and tired of this f-ckin’ job, bro
i’m so sick and tired of this f-ckin’ job, bro, i swear to god
all i wanna do is make clothes, make music, n-gga
that’s it
f-ckin’ tired of this sh-t, bro

- peter un

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