paroles de chanson Work 4 It - Zack Cokas
My
next
track
better
than
the
last
one
Last
tape
could've
been
my
last
Like
the
"lost
ones"
Young
Cack
in
a
state
of
sleep
Thinking
'bout
the
Robbery
That
I
did
last
week
Yeah
this
shit
gon'
bang
like
a
pistol
made
me
Top
down
ain't
no
rental
baby
If
I
get
my
shit
right
All
the
written
shit
I
spit
tight
How
I'm
speaking
I
might
end
up
in
a
fist
fight
Silent
killer
though
Really
I'm
the
illest
doe
Youngest
in
the
city
I
ain't
even
at
my
pinnacle
Sipping
pinnacle
Drank
a
lil'
much,
born
sinner
though
Now
the
shorties
lookin'
identical
Everybody
want
what
I
got
but
won't
work
for
it
Too
bad
buddy
gotta
work
for
it
Everybody
want
what
I
got
but
won't
work
for
it
Too
bad
buddy
gotta
work
for
it
I
kick
a
rhyme
sippin'
moonshine
All
this
shit
I'm
rapping
'bout,
I
do
it
in
my
free
time
Been
on
campus
for
the
meantime
And
lately,
I've
been
focusing
on
me
time
I
don't
hit
'em
with
a
reply
If
you
ain't
talking
money
in
the
DM's
Hit
the
decline
Hit
em
with
the
rewind
In
this
state
of
rap
Might
add
some
singing
on
the
B-Side
Like
When
ya
over
here
Catch
me
feeling
up
on
you,
aye
I
get
in
my
feels
And
I'm
singing
about
you,
aye
Don't
know
what
to
do
When
our
texts
are
all
blue
That
shit
is
just
not
cute
I
need
to
lay
off
you,
aye
Everybody
want
what
I
got
but
won't
work
for
it
Too
bad
buddy
gotta
work
for
it
Everybody
want
what
I
got
but
won't
work
for
it
Too
bad
buddy
gotta
work
for
it
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