Soulja Boy - Work Lyrics
Work! [x30] (REPEAT)[VERSE 1]Soulja got more suitYo girlfriend I ***** her (i ***** her)Dre out the trap,***** that west side struggleGucci bandana,blue rag in the duffle7-4 into the world,blow folk hustleNigga gotta get this *****,im all bout this guap3 years in the game, aint dis shit aint gunna stopcall up miami mike,post it up on pattle landPalm trees block,bricks cuss in them chickens maneDrop towels 2010,black vs. live go (damn)Raise in Atlanta but born in ChicagoBack in Missisippi man I had the hood lostHe had a Bag full of money and a ham fell on my socksYou a stupid ass *****,you think you shittin like meGot alot of niggas hating cuz they cant get like meMan Im Soulja Bot Tell 'Em and imma tell ya how it goesPut that puss on my hip for these wadget ass hoesIm a real ass nig,I aint never been fake***** i bought that black homies section,***** im 28 (sam)Missisippi trap boy,child town,home townATL westside,its on 1 on now***** imma GMy first name SouljaDisrespect me and my nigga gon for yaTook a couple small rags,threw them diamond in my teethImma keep where im going so im ready for that beastWork! [x30] (REPEAT)
