Artist/Band:
Wale
Lyrics for Song: Slight Work
Lyrics for Album: Ambition [2011]
Got work (slight work)
D-Town to the DMV
Diplo wassup
Got your girl going crazy
Drunk white b*tches
(Work it, wo-wo-work it, oh)
[Verse 1 - Wale]
I can do it all and it ain't no problem
Ain't nobody harder than a n*gga Folarin
B*tch, I go hard, I'm ballin', I'm globetrottin'
And my flow art my n*gga, I'm Mozart with it
I do this, I turn a straight prude b*tch into a nudist
Foolish, I be on that new shit
And I'm blowing up like b*tches we went to school with
Ain't nobody checking for your garbage
Lot of intuition, I ain't never finished college
Never hit the mall and forever get it all
Any broad bet I lay her like I'm dressin' for the fall, n*gga
And I'm all that
Shawty was Pinkberry sweet but I ain't lactose
I ain't tryna brag though
I just know I'm that dope
Kick game bojack, my Bo Jacks Tae Bo
And it ain't no problem
You race to these broads, I relay and baton em
B*tches ain't around one thou
But when you step out, why these b*tches run out
Double MG shit, I put the set down
Rick James that, bad b*tches on the couch
Word play, Olubowale my first name
I think I'm Koko B. Ware, you just a bird babe
I got a pair of J's, I roll a pair of J's
We up in Diamond Supply, spending that carat cake
Let em marinate, you forever late
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
[Hook]
(Work it, work it)
Slight work, its light work
(Work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work
Slight work, light work
(Work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work
Work, work, work, work...
[Verse 2 - Big Sean]
B*tch you ain't a boss 'til you cut a f*ckin' paycheck
Only thing between me and your b*tch is a latex
Man, and I ain't into saving these hoes!
My n*gga, tell me where you see the cape at?
B-I-B-I b*tch, B-I-G
Two things that I don't need are you and my ID
I'ma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad b*tch
Green faces but a n*gga got some yellow badges
Woop! Cause I'm drunk..
Under 25, living the f*ckin life
White America said I'd be doing 25 to life
And just for that, I'ma blow 25 tonight
You make 25 a year, I make 25 a night, whoa!
Blocka blocka blocka!
B*tch get hit with my Ciroc-a Vodka chopper
Taking body shots: blocka-blocka-blocka!
Probably in your girl's dreams, probably in your daughter's locker
Top floor like I'm out tanning
And I stole your whole delivery now that's outlandish
I guess like the delivery man, I'm outstanding
Car tinted
I'm in that tint like I'm out camping
God damn it, I'm one hell of a guy
Looking down on a cloud: that's a hell of a high
Check it's ghost, but n*ggas screaming "Big!"
N*ggas couldn't tell if I was dead or alive..
[Hook]
(Work it, work it)
Slight work, its light work
(Work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work
Slight work, light work
(Work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work
Work, work, work, work...
You already know, Finally Famous in this
D-Town to the DMV,
Probably got your girl going crazy, crazy, boiii, boi, boi
From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad b*tches tryna get with me
From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad b*tches tryna get on me
We need to see ID
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