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Performed By: Virtue
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Andrew Heinrich




Virtue - werk Lyrics
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God damn it, man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
I had enough of all that work, tryna go berserk
I'm tryna dirty up my business, tryna bloody up a shirt
I gotta wrap my windows tinted, the police wanna hit it
They ain't bout to get it cause I'm in another city, come on
Gold chains, or that ain't my hoe, uh, no
Cocaine on a plate to go, uh
Cobain got a face to blow, uh
That old thing ain't the same no more
(Let's get to)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Said I'm tryna hit a double play, gotta love it man
Lotta trouble round, that work been getting in the way
Gotta double down, thank you for your service man
Got a bunch of clowns working for the circus, hey
I ain't one to f*ck my life up
But man I love it when they hit me with the nice stuff
I think I finally see the bitch that I just might cuff
We ain't even going hard, we sip a light cup
(We gotta)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Better than, better than, better than, better than
Better than it, it was back then, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bigger than, bigger than
Bigger than it, it was back then
These hoes they think that I'm a pop star, treat me like a top dog
I ain't one to talk but man, I need to get my shots called
Puffing on that za za, la di da di, da da
I don't puff too much because you know I gotta gotta
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We gotta
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
I had enough of all that work, tryna go berserk
I'm tryna dirty up my business, tryna bloody up a shirt
I gotta wrap my windows tinted the police wanna hit it
They ain't bout to get it cause I'm in another city
Gold chains, or that ain't my hoe
Cocaine on a plate to go
Cobain got a face to blow
That old thing ain't the same no more
(Let's get to)
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English

God damn it, man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
I had enough of all that work, tryna go berserk
I'm tryna dirty up my business, tryna bloody up a shirt
I gotta wrap my windows tinted, the police wanna hit it
They ain't bout to get it cause I'm in another city, come on
Gold chains, or that ain't my hoe, uh, no
Cocaine on a plate to go, uh
Cobain got a face to blow, uh
That old thing ain't the same no more
(Let's get to)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Said I'm tryna hit a double play, gotta love it man
Lotta trouble round, that work been getting in the way
Gotta double down, thank you for your service man
Got a bunch of clowns working for the circus, hey
I ain't one to f*ck my life up
But man I love it when they hit me with the nice stuff
I think I finally see the bitch that I just might cuff
We ain't even going hard, we sip a light cup
(We gotta)
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Better than, better than, better than, better than
Better than it, it was back then, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bigger than, bigger than
Bigger than it, it was back then
These hoes they think that I'm a pop star, treat me like a top dog
I ain't one to talk but man, I need to get my shots called
Puffing on that za za, la di da di, da da
I don't puff too much because you know I gotta gotta
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We gotta
Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
I had enough of all that work, tryna go berserk
I'm tryna dirty up my business, tryna bloody up a shirt
I gotta wrap my windows tinted the police wanna hit it
They ain't bout to get it cause I'm in another city
Gold chains, or that ain't my hoe
Cocaine on a plate to go
Cobain got a face to blow
That old thing ain't the same no more
(Let's get to)
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Writer: Andrew Heinrich
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