Joe Moses - Work lyrics

[Intro:] Ain't no p**y good enough for me to go raw Unless Rihanna titties out with her thong off [Verse 1:] Ain't no p**y good enough for me to go raw Unless Rihanna titties out with her thong off She could f** Drake, Chris and Meek Mills I tell her give me the p**y after you done with them I get a b**h pregnant then I'm going ham n***a And if a n***a won't beef we going ham n***a On my St. Louis sh** we going ram n***a And with the rock eye dip like cam n***a 187 I'm a motherf**ing drug dealer Like a dyke swear to God I don't love n***as And on my metro talking to my eses Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days And my drop top looking like MacGyver I make my baby mama do all my driving I'm a regis to my sun just like me Get off the pill and I might get high fe [Hook:] 187 to the feds I'm drug dealer Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n***as And on my metro talking to my eses Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days I got work n***a [x6] [Verse 2:] I'm in the spot feeling just like a smoker My n***a Mace nick named himself Coca Him and puchi go hard with the chocha J Imagine in my mind See these hoes ain't sh** but I'm the same f** a b**h me and studs we're the same I'm a blood like my n***a Lil Wayne I'm a blood like f** it I bang Get off 99 ways 9 different place 9 times out of 10 all these n***as fake 9 ratchets got more than just 9 lives And with that 9 I can make 9 mama's cry 187 to my motherf**ing enemies f** a snitch and a motherf**ing witness Make a b**h get rid like real fast You look back like daddy, sh** I got eyes [Hook:] 187 to the feds I'm drug dealer Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n***as And on my metro talking to my eses Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days I got work n***a [x6] [Verse 3:] 9/11 insides with a blue roof Feel my n***a booze up, that's my blue roof Remember back then when I didn't have sh** Me and my n***as stick together like a** cheeks f** a yee and a buster I don't need that Got a DM like n***a I need that Give her loan dick and tell her what's the feedback Too many eyes and you circle when the G's at Where the P's at, where the B's at And if you're crippled certified where the C's at? Where the V's at, where the tree's at Where whoops up are just the master meeze at 187 tell that p**y I overk**ed Lil pretty, lil b**h had to overhear Like a p**y name clip of the same sh** She got some wet lick n***a cause I can't quit [Hook:] 187 to the feds I'm drug dealer Like a dyke swear to God I don't like n***as And on my metro talking to my eses Get off 9 I ain't slept like in 9 days I got work n***a [x6]