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letra de keep up the bad work - suga free

[intro]
ooh, hey, two
this song right there, was inspired by a real good friend of mine, mr. terell brandon, portland. check it out man

[verse 1]
now peter piper picked a pack of peppers pimpin and they never seen him do it cause he dashed back over the hill
never save a hoe! she’s a hater
i walk on toilet paper, cause i’m the sh-t
hold the red carpet baby, don’t mistake me for him
smiling faces tell lies, and the word motherf-cker is a noun, it describes “a person, place, or a thing” like the motherf-cker now
(haa haa)
can i talk to you? we family
my baby momma from h-ll, keep up the bad work b-tch, you probably still ain’t sh-t
you want to play a good game of va tech? i’ll play too and shoot 170 rounds in your mother-f-cking neck
now feet don’t fail me now, ah b-tch it ain’t nothing you can tell me now, you should have listened when i told you lazy -ss before “once a hoe always a hoe” so now you know, hee heee
so f-ck-f-ck you, duck-duck goose
and don’t laugh n-gga, cause some of yall baby mommas sitting out there f-cked up too
ain’t got a l!ck of sense, education, job, house, money for her kid
fat tramp! keep up the bad work b-tch
and you will
you are, you is, you disrespect me, but you quick to tell him these kids his
you can’t keep living off my name forever, you can’t keep living of my game forever
pimpin pimpin
“you know them irritating bumps sometimes you get on the tip of your nose?”
she said: “uh huh”
i said: “b-tch you remind me of one of those”
(girl laughing)
“that’s alright”

[chorus]
but you just
keep up the bad work, b-tch and don’t change
though i’m trying to tell you over and over again
“either you a stand-up hoe or a fall-down b-tch”

[verse 2]
sometimes!
and now, can i talk to you? we family
that’s why i kicked her in her coochie and gave her tooth decay
and yall seen that b-tch “jewels”?
yeah man, she got high and said “bye” and went and watched a b-tterfly f-ck a pitbull
keep up the bad work b-tch, like rosie o’donnell
i see you socking her in her jaw like “i’m a soprano”
telling her “b-tch i ant no punk”
hoe, i’ll about-face, pivot, and fire yo -ss like i was donald trump!
keep up the bad work! and quit beggin’ b-tch
i don’t need no p-ssy unless i’m heading sh-t, you wanna go “hee hee”
she asked me to give her a “little head” right?
so i went “bada poof” and shrunk her head down to a little biddy bb
do i love her? probably, if she let me come from way back here and sock her in the chest like i was her brother
can i talk to you? can i say something? we family
for no apparent reason, my baby momma just can’t stand me!
“suga free where them hoes at?”
oh they down there in a brown chair, watching a frog f-ck a dog off of some prozac
i need a joint see, man i pray this b-tch die in her sleep, i told her every time she wakes up she disappoints me!

[chorus 2x]

[verse 3]
i can’t stand the sight of hilary clinton and obama
i swear to god b-tch
if hilary win i’m knocking out you and yo momma
you think these b-tches trying to run sh-t now? let that happen
the pimp-god told me don’t even call him, he’ll call me, his phone finna be down
“my son, go to the desert of phoenix with the righteous. you’ll meet to kings, one of a dark descent the other of hindu spice. there you will receive the “p-key” let the disciples know satan’s rejecting you, you don’t have much time they’re expecting you.”
thought i didn’t get up and get on the first thing smoking to go get that?
when these b-tches get the devil in them now, we got some get back
i think i need me a ginsu-gun
cause when i clear my mind up and meditate on some hustling, here you come!
can i say something? (fighting noises, pimp slaps)
you know, as a matter of fact, don’t say nothing!
keep up the bad work b-tch, and don’t let that drama go
like the favorite game i like to play, dominoes (domino sounds)

[chorus]

[outtro]
(laughter)
and 30 when i leave b-tch! get yo sh-t right, keep up the bad work. mmm. ba daa, yeah. sometimes! now peter piper picked a pack of peppers pimpin and they never seen him do it cause he dashed back over the hill. never save a hoe! she’s a hater
aaah got to tell you feelin that i’m feelin you tight
just come back and pop my collar tonight right?
saaay goodbye
(laughter, we gon take this all the way to the top, show ya right, basketball)
keep up the ba-ba-bad w-w-work b-tch

- suga free

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