paroles de chanson Workin' It - Stunnaman02 , Jemantajimanii

Smoking' on that George Bush
This that shit that we ride to
(Yea Yea Yea)
Okay
Aye aye
Okay
Bad bitch she a lil me
Pretty bitch no lil B
X nigga he don't want the smoke
How could he
He a lil G
Ridin' round she getting it
I'm loving her mobility
The way I open doors for her
She gave me bread for the chivalry
She roll them paper planes
She said she tryna see the cockpit
Turning on my music got the coochie like a faucet
Getting paid for preacher man that's what I call a profit
Columbian partna got keys like a locksmith
Pretty with that ass to match
Gas may make her asthma attack
Her new nigga stress her out
Bitch, I don't do half of that
Slid all in my DM's she begging me just let her out
I said where you want to cum
She said put it in her Mouth
A menace to society my dogs is out the pound
(They free)
My niggas keep that cane like they came from Jordan Downs
She been workin' it
Her employer was a clown
Her life was down the drain she met me it turned around

While she
Workin' it
The Way she move and throw that ass these nigga be immersed in it
Cant trust them lies I rolled the dice
When we knew she submerging shit
Ain't got no business in my business (ain't no)
No concerning it
Consistent on the dream gone keep me clean like the detergent bitch
Stop acting like you did it by yourself
The team is earnin it
Win or lose just focus on the grind
Time to learn this shit
Hop up in the whip time to dip
I be swerving it
Take my money out the country
You know I'm converting it
(Yeah)
While she Workin' it
(She bad)
She be workin' it
Yeah workin' it
(Yeah yeah)

Mama plotting on the tele then she gone
She got her bag nobody mad
007 Out on that map
It's impossible
She volatile
Had to pretend I ain't see that
When ya counting ya wins
And pulling some strings
It's time to speak up for the man in the back
While you ride in the city but seeking the pity
and end up the chosen one stuck in the trap
They folded the snitches and granted they wishes and after that moment
I knew it was wrap
The way she twerk it throw it back it got me so sick damn (Acho)
But guess what bitch I think it's time to bring you out your Sunday blues
You ain't got a clue
Why she preaching like we rendezvoused
You taking pictures of them dentures that's been suckin' all the foos
You claim you different right
Be sippin white go get them Prada shoes
Gone Let a Nigga change yo life and make it right I do that shit on cue
What she do
What she do
What she do
I ain't got a clue
No clue
No clue
What she do
What she do
What she do
I ain't got no clue baby

While she
Workin' it
The Way she move and throw that ass these nigga be immersed in it
Cant trust them lies I rolled the dice
When we knew she submerging shit
Ain't got no business in my business (Ain't no)
No concerning it
Consistent on the dream gone keep me clean like the detergent bitch
Stop acting like you did it by yourself
The team is earnin it
Win or lose just focus on the grind
Time to learn this shit
Hop up in the whip time to dip
I be swerving it
Take my money out the country
You know I'm converting it
(Yeah)
While she Workin' it
(She bad)
She be workin' it
Yeah workin' it
(Yeah yeah)