Testo Work - Shoreline Mafia feat. OHGEESY & Fenix Flexin
Testo della canzone Work (Shoreline Mafia feat. OHGEESY & Fenix Flexin), tratta dall'album Work - Single
Ay, ay
Hella wave, we the wave, bitch
Look around, ain't hard to tell we gettin'paid, bitch
Nigga try it on my mama, we gon' bang quick (D-Diego)
Lookin' at her on the 'Gram, I'm lookin' at her on my camera (ay, ay)
Freaky white bitch, I feel like Tony Montana (feel like Tony)
Couple thousand dollars, we gon' pour it in a Fanta (pour it up)
She told me go to work, so I'm whippin' out the hammer (pull that dick out)
Work, work, work, work, work, work
Baby, work it (baby, work it)
I just killed it from the back, turn that pussy to a pack
On my mama, good dick got her squirtin' (got her squirtin')
Work, work, work, work, work, work
I'm finna beat it up (beat it up)
Buh, buh, buh, buh (ay, ay, ay)
She couldn't take it, brought her friend, I got 'em teamin' up
One perk, two perk, three perk, beamin' up
One line, two line, three line, leanin' up
One bitch, two bitch, three bitches, teamin' up (damn)
Four, five, six, seven, eight bitches leave with us
Doggin' hoes out, back then, they ain't believe in us
Right wrist, left wrist, necklace, I'm freezin' up (ay)
Left cheek, right cheek, baby, can you speed it up? (Speed it up)
If it's up, then it's stuck, nigga, leave it up (ayy)
You gon' make the news if a nigga try to beef with us
Shoppin' in Neiman Marcus with the nina tucked (baow, baow, baow, baow)
You could get your sister and your mama and your nina fucked (all three)
Dropped Heat Stick, now I'm heatin' up (for real)
(Haa, haa, haa)
Bitch, I'm heatin' up (haa, haa, haa)
Bitch, I'm heatin' up (haa, haa, haa)
Get me a drink or somethin' (yeah)
Bustin' out the molly, 'bout to peak or somethin'
Rollin' out this dope, roll the dope by the O (by the O)
I don't gotta say I'm strapped 'cause you already know
Fuck his main bitch, side bitch, wife and his hoe (all three)
Fuckin' in the kitchen and the bathroom and on the floor
Ay, still a hood nigga, still post in front the store (ay)
Still a hood nigga, share the clothes with my bros (ay)
Still a hood nigga, but right now, I'm in Beverly (yeah)
I was fresh as fuck back then, if you remember me
Geesy, he that nigga, he be puttin' that shit on
I'm at Met Gala, Celine and put Supreme from head to toe
I'll chill with my queen, but turnin' up with these hoes
Tell the truth in the booth, I could never be exposed
Look-lookin' at her on the 'Gram, I'm lookin' at her on my camera (ay, ay)
Freaky white bitch, I feel like Tony Montana (feel like Tony)
Couple thousand dollars, we gon' pour it in a Fanta (pour it up)
She told me go to work, so I'm whippin' out the hammer (pull that dick out)
Work, work, work, work, work, work
Baby, work it (baby, work it)
I just killed it from the back, turn that pussy to a pack
On my mama, good dick got her squirtin' (got her squirtin')
Work, work, work, work, work, work
I'm finna beat it up (beat it up)
Buh, buh, buh, buh (ay, ay, ay)
She couldn't take it, brought her friend, I got 'em teamin' up (teamin' up)
Credits
Writer(s): Diego Avendano, Fenix Rypinski, Alejandro Carranza, Norman Lewis
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