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OJ da Juiceman
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I Got Work
In the kitchen once again I done gave the dope (?) Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged down with the mid Thousand pills and thousand (?) Fuck you niggas, come again I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work
(?) baby crazy In this kitchen with Patrick Swayze And the yay is dirty dancing and it's white like (?) I just bought a mansion way before the rap advances Michael Jackson with the work cuz i made the J's start dancing All this guacamole, got my pants on MC Hammer Smoking on that gas like a nigga got cancer They say bands a make her dance, so i turned her to a dancer (?) with the (?), got me riding on Prances (?) under gas (?) Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, a couple schedules Prada head to toe, so i'm dancing with the devil (?) with the swag, something like a space shadow Rock band drums, so i'm blasting heavy metal 32 Ent, we got keys just like Rihanna All my young nig' with me, using sticks and bandannas All my young nig' around me, using sticks and bandannas
(?) shoe walking, put a hole in your head like a dolphin, nigga J wanna hit (?), nigga 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 No (?) i got salts, young nigga Gucci Mane, Lo with an (?) Jewelry look like a cold icicle Came a long way from (?) With Pollo and then with Hillfiger Finger fuck the money with the trigger finger You know i keep white like that nigga (?) Made the birds sing like a R&B singer Posted in the trap with a brand new fish car Brand new paint looking like wet pussy (?) with the bomb and them bushes Call me (?), gotta keep them cookies (?) bright to all gold Rollie Sixteen gold, twenty two carat trophy 2014, got a (?) on Forgis All this trap money (?) Pounds of the white, you can call a nigga Tony Trap with the testament, judgement Rollie Turn up, turn up, them i done roll it If it ain't gas, you know i don't smoke it If it ain't a thirty, you know i ain't toting it Thirty one shots so you know my clip loaded (?) slam niggas like a fur named Coby Shouts out to my fur dawg named Chloe (?) dollar named baby girl Courtney Pockets on green, so i'm walking with a Brightling You know i keep a Glock like my nigga Charlie (?) (?) shoulder sloppy Peacot sweat, (?)
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