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D.S.O.M - Work Lyrics



D.S.O.M - Work Lyrics
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Yes I'm flexing
Counting blessings
Ain't no f*ck boys in my section
If you lookin' our direction
I'mma split you with perfection
Uh, ain't no tellin' Drake vibes
Recordin' on them late nights
What the hell is you on
With yo girl havin' a great time
Every night I'm on my grind
Yeah you know it's summertime
LB James I'm in my prime
Nothin' is different
The flows you be flippin'
Your girl she be wishing
For the man, I be living
Some'n bout these checks give a boy new life
I just wont stop till I'm in the afterlife
For y'all I've got no time to please
These rhymes are my expertise
All the haters, there's the door
I'm impossible to ignore
Cuz I give yo ass that work
Every beat I will murk
And for the record
Puttin' effort
Cuz I'm looking for a record
Always trying to get better
My head game I will sever
Anybody who gets clever
Cuz I'm flexing under pressure
That's the shit you ain't prepared for
Dealing with you boys is a chore
I don't need your respect
I just need to go and take it
Cuz I've been hated, evaded
And underestimated
Asap Ferg, put in work
The beat drop yeah you go berserk
The best bars you have ever heard
Get your girl in check, man
All she do is flirt
She came home with yours truly
Tomorrow she gone wear my shirt
The claims you make on me
Man that shit is just absurd
I could freestyle I could write
Any beat I will ignite
Only writing past midnight
Every song it bites
Only rockin' old school Nikes
All y'all wanna do is fight me
You, you are not long for this Earth
Long live the king cause I'm putting in work
Double cup double cup double cup there
I done said it so chill with the purp
Sittin' at home and you smokin' that herb
Boy you should just be kicked to the curb
Matter of fact you should be on the dirt
PS cut out the BS and go get that work
You're paid for your fictional worth
I'm out of your league, you ain't in my lane
When all of you sounding exactly the same
You gotta be different and make your own name
But it's all up to you to be making that change
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Yes I'm flexing
Counting blessings
Ain't no f*ck boys in my section
If you lookin' our direction
I'mma split you with perfection
Uh, ain't no tellin' Drake vibes
Recordin' on them late nights
What the hell is you on
With yo girl havin' a great time
Every night I'm on my grind
Yeah you know it's summertime
LB James I'm in my prime
Nothin' is different
The flows you be flippin'
Your girl she be wishing
For the man, I be living
Some'n bout these checks give a boy new life
I just wont stop till I'm in the afterlife
For y'all I've got no time to please
These rhymes are my expertise
All the haters, there's the door
I'm impossible to ignore
Cuz I give yo ass that work
Every beat I will murk
And for the record
Puttin' effort
Cuz I'm looking for a record
Always trying to get better
My head game I will sever
Anybody who gets clever
Cuz I'm flexing under pressure
That's the shit you ain't prepared for
Dealing with you boys is a chore
I don't need your respect
I just need to go and take it
Cuz I've been hated, evaded
And underestimated
Asap Ferg, put in work
The beat drop yeah you go berserk
The best bars you have ever heard
Get your girl in check, man
All she do is flirt
She came home with yours truly
Tomorrow she gone wear my shirt
The claims you make on me
Man that shit is just absurd
I could freestyle I could write
Any beat I will ignite
Only writing past midnight
Every song it bites
Only rockin' old school Nikes
All y'all wanna do is fight me
You, you are not long for this Earth
Long live the king cause I'm putting in work
Double cup double cup double cup there
I done said it so chill with the purp
Sittin' at home and you smokin' that herb
Boy you should just be kicked to the curb
Matter of fact you should be on the dirt
PS cut out the BS and go get that work
You're paid for your fictional worth
I'm out of your league, you ain't in my lane
When all of you sounding exactly the same
You gotta be different and make your own name
But it's all up to you to be making that change
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Writer: D.S.O.M, Milad Vedaie
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 3:18
Written by: D.S.O.M, Milad Vedaie

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