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letra de work hard - yung fume & d'one

[intro: yung fume, d’one]
i work so hard
i work so hard, i work hard
(urban culture sound) now or never
now or never (cz beats, why you do ’em like that?)
yeah
i whip the ‘rari (yeah), push to start (push to start)
yeah, i work hard, i work hard (i work hard)
yeah, i work hard, i work hard (i work hard)
i whip the ‘rari (yeah), push to start (push to start)
yeah, i work hard, i work hard (i work hard)
yeah, i work hard, i work hard (i work hard)
yeah, i whip the ‘rari (let’s go)

[chorus: yung fume, d’one]
i work so hard, i work hard (i work so hard)
been grindin’ all day, the world is ours
call your friend, let’s have a threesome, have a menage
roll this paper plane, get high and fly to mars
i work so hard, i work hard (i work hard)
been grindin’ all day, the world is ours (grind)
call your friend, let’s have a threesome, have a menage
roll this paper plane, get high and fly to mars (ooh)

[verse 1: yung fume]
world is ours, i’m a rap star (rap star)
in the ferrari, red light blind, blind
me and d’one just linked up (just linked up)
we countin’ so much money, we got paper cuts (got paper cuts)
[verse 2: d’one]
i put all my life into this and never could i get pressure from a b-tch (yeah)
and if you’re really ’bout your paper stackin’ then you know takin’ l’s is just a myth
they say don’t fail to get it crackin’ if a n-gga tries to play with my money flips
we won’t fail to catch you slippin’ for the money, we’re adding interest on top of it

[verse 3: yung fume]
never slip, never lack, got it in the bag and i swear i never did (did)
you can’t tell me ’bout the drip, customised kicks and the rollie on my wrist
i take a trip overseas quick, i’m goin’ straight to the six
i got a bad little one, yeah, she my chick, go watch her strip
yeah, don’t give me no problems, i give you the d-ck
we eatin’ at n0bu, i fill you up four hunnid on ribs
yeah, and i went global, i got some fans in calabasas
yeah, and that’s real sh-t
fume boss, i’m in the mix
fume boss, yeah, i’m gettin’ big, still

[verse 4: yung fume, d’one]
and i got no deal, let’s hit the hotel
we’re sellin’ wholesale
ridin’ around, half a box and it smells
where i’m from, it’s so real
early morning, eat oatmeal
i keep on toppin’ my phone still
whoever don’t see will only feel
[chorus: yung fume, d’one]
i work so hard, i work hard (i work so hard)
been grindin’ all day, the world is ours
call your friend, let’s have a threesome, have a menage
roll this paper plane, get high and fly to mars (ooh)
i work so hard, i work hard (i work hard)
been grindin’ all day, the world is ours (grind)
call your friend, let’s have a threesome, have a menage
roll this paper plane, get high and fly to mars (ooh)

[outro: yung fume]
(i work so hard, i work hard)
i work hard

- yung fume done

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