Wale Folarin

Wale Folarin - Slight work lyrics

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Got work (slight work), D-Town to the DMV
Diplo wassup, got your girl going crazy
Drunk white bitches (work it, wo-wo-work it, ooh)

I can do it all and it aint no problem, ain’t nobody harder than a nigga Folarin
Bitch I hard, I’m ballin’ I’m globe trotting and my flow art my nigga, I’m Mozart with it
It’s all good, I do this, I turn a straight prude bitch into a nudist
Foolish I be on that new shit and I’m blowing up like bitches we went to school with
Ain’t nobody checking for your garbage, lot of intuition I aint even finish college
Never hit the mall and forever get it all any broad
Better layer like I’m dressing for the fall, nigga
And I’m all that, hit the passenger door, shawty was Pinkberry sweet and I aint lactose
I ain't tryna brag tho, I’m just know I’m that dope, kick game Bo Jacks, my Bo Jacks Tai bo
Haha, and it aint no problem, you race to these broads, I relay ‘em, baton ‘em
Bitches in here, one thou, but when you step out why the bitches run out
Double MG shit I put the set down, Rick James back, bad bitches on the couch
Ah, wordplay, 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 carrot cake
Let it marinate, you forever late, a million home sellers couldn’t find a real estate

(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
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

Bitch you ain’t a boss til you cut a pay check, only thing between me and your bitch is latex
Man, and I ain’t into saving these hoes, my nigga tell me where you see a cape at
B-I, B-I, bitch, B-I-G, the two things I don’t need are you and my ID
I’mma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad bitch
Green faces but a nigga dodging yellow badges, whoop, 'cause I’m drunk, yeah ok
Under 25 living the f-cking life, White America said I’ll be doing 25 to life
And just for that, I’ma blow 25 tonight, you make 25 a year, I make 25 a night, wooh
Blucka, blucka, blucka, bitch get hit with my Ciroc Vodka choppa
(Go) takin’ body shots, blocka, blocka, blocka
Probably in your girls dreams, probably in your daughter locker, top floor like I’m out tanning
And they stole your whole delivery, now that’s outlandish
I guess like good delivery, man, I’m outstanding
Car tinted, I’m in it, til like I’m out camping, goddammit
I’m one hell of a guy, looking down on a cloud, that’s one hell of a high
Bitch, I gets ghost, the way she screaming Big, niggas couldn’t tell if I was dead or alive

(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
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

You already know, Finally Famous in this, D-Town to the DMV
Probably got your girl going crazy, crazy, boy, boy, boy

From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad bitches tryna get with me
From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad bitches tryna get on me
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Language: English

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