A$AP Ferg - Work REMIX // Slowed & Reverb to PERFECTION

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    Lyrics
    I gotta close the window before I record
    Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
    Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
    Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
    But really though, she a silly ho
    Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
    She don't get nothin' from a nigga though
    All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
    Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
    Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
    No tint though, on my window
    So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
    Ballin'!
    Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
    I'm a pimp though, no limp though
    Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
    Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
    Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
    That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves
    I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb
    Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
    Damn!
    Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
    Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
    French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
    Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
    Yeah, uh, put in work
    Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
    So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
    Polo Ground, A$AP World
    That ain't Kanye, that's Montana
    Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
    Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
    I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
    Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
    When they mask up, comin' for your ice
    When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
    Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
    I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
    Illuminati? I'm from the streets
    Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
    Put in work, put in work
    Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
    Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
    They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang
    They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
    I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
    I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
    I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
    You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
    I fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with Migos
    I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
    I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
    That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
    I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
    No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing
    But work (Put it in work)
    Work (Put it in work)
    Work (Put it in work)
    Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!
    A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
    No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
    Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
    Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
    O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
    My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
    Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
    Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
    Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
    All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
    Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
    Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt"
    Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
    Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
    Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
    Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
    A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
    Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
    Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
    Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
    You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
    The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
    My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
    Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
    See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
    You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks
    Loaded Lux, put in work

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