Testo Wurk Wurk Don't Stop - YUNG NATION
Testo della canzone Wurk Wurk Don't Stop (YUNG NATION), tratta dall'album Twerking Hitz
Solid front, on the track
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (work)
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (work)
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (work)
Work till you can't feel, work, work till you can't feel
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (do it)
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (do it)
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (do it)
DJ, turn me up a little now, DJ, turn me up a little now
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (do it)
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (do it)
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop (do it)
Work it, tippin' low, Work it, Work it, tippin' low
I got some Xans mixed with perp (aha)
I'm shooting shots at him, call me on dirt (swish)
I guess she wanna slurp, she got thirst
I pop a couple percs, slow down, I need some surf (turn up)
Swish, swang, swerve, H-O-V, merge (skur)
Yup, I'm from the hood, but I hit the suburb
Then the shows got served, just like a couple birds (go)
It don't matter if it's his or hers, gotta work like a clerk (go)
Work, work, don't stop (go)
I'm ridin' in my drop top (skur)
I keep the cussin' stopped
Lookin' out for the cops (yo)
I smoke a lot of that loud (ah)
But I heard you mixtape flop (ha-a)
And now you work at IHOP (damn!)
Your side job, barbershop
And she want my John Hancock
I'm from the school of hard knocks
I hate to be a little jock
But your bitch, I love my cuss (she is)
RIP 2Pac, I love a bitch that get top (yo!)
We famed in the Marriott (skuur)
I'm higher than the helicopter (ah-a)
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
DJ, turn me up a little now, DJ, turn me up a little now
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work it, tippin' low, Work it, Work it, tippin' low
Yeah
I'ma work, work till I hurt (work)
I got a joint full of that purse (uhn)
I'm the highest nigga on the earth (okay)
Try to go, show me what the worth (worth)
Let the youngin' insert
She got Louis V on her purse
So tell her, put it down and go to work (right now)
Put it down and go to work
She make me cash out like the first (yeah)
Work till you can't feel (work)
Or work till your bunions hurt (damn)
Your boyfriend ain't shit (no)
His hunnid lookin' like dirt (it is)
DJ, stop the music (whoo)
His ass bout to get murked (paaw)
Everybody rockin' stupid, silly hoe (silly hoe)
We in the back and he rollin' up that dope
I got a loft, gotta tell it, girl, let's go
And when we get in the lobby, tip toe (whatsup)
And when we get in my room, let it go (get naked)
Ride me like the rodeo (real slow)
Shake it fast, speed it up, go slow (go slow)
And you know I love it when you touch your toes (work)
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
DJ, turn me up a little now, DJ, turn me up a little now
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work, work, don't stop, work, work, don't stop
Work it, tippin' low, Work it, Work it, tippin' low
Work till you can't feel, work, work till you can't feel
Work till you can't feel, work, work till you can't feel
Work till you can't feel, work, work till you can't feel
Work till you can't feel, work, work till you can't feel
Work till you can't feel, work, work till you can't feel
Work till you can't feel, work, work till you can't feel
Work till you can't feel, work, work till you can't feel
Work it, tippin' low, Work it, Work it, tippin' low
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Writer(s): Lequinston Smith
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