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Marcus - Work Wit It (feat. Kidd Rayy & Lee Maejor) Lyrics



Marcus - Work Wit It (feat. Kidd Rayy & Lee Maejor) Lyrics
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This I can
This I can
This I can
This I can, this I can
This I can
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
This I can, work wit' it (It's Kidd Rayy by the way, O)
This I can, work wit' it
I emerged from the mud nigga
From the back-blocks, wit' no love in it
Daddy, cousins, uncles, all drug dealers
Fully-automatic wit' a drum in it
OG gave me game, I'ma run wit' it
Take this shit and have fun wit' it (Yeah)
A nigga known as that one nigga (Yeah)
7 Mile Road, where I'm from nigga, I'm a beast, yeah
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
Step on the scene, then I murk, murk, murk
Get out the way, or get hurt, hurt, hurt
You gon' get put on a shirt
I'm so outer space, I can't be here from earth
I got a line on some damn good exotics
I find it ironic, 'cause that's how I cook
We play it crazy, don't play by the book
It's a damn shame how these lives gettin' took
The shit hit harder than a Mike Tyson hook
The crack gettin' cooked
The fiends all hooked
I got it all on me, tell 'em meet me at Hooks
This I can, this I can
This I can, work wit' it
This I can, work wit' it
This I can
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
This I can, work wit' it (Work)
This I can, work wit' it (Un)
I had to stack up my spinach
'Cause by any means, I'ma get it
Too real wit' these f*ck niggas, don't know the difference
I'm ballin' like Jordan, this feel like a scrimmage
Used to wake up over stressed
Na I wake up, hit the bank, and I flex
Get the whole check, spend the shit on my neck
I do what I want, I can't live wit' regret
Applyin' all pressure, my foot on they neck
I make this shit look too easy
I'm too high, bitch, can't nobody see me
Yo bitch give me top 'cause I'm fly like a genie
They hope I would lose, I was starvin', ain't feed me
Na they all mad 'cause a young nigga eatin'
Come from the trenches, my gang full of demons
My niggas on tip, bitch, don't give us a reason
This I can
This I can
This I can
This I can, this I can
This I can
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
This I can, work wit' it
This I can, work wit' it
This I can
This I can
This I can
This I can, this I can
This I can
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
This I can, work wit' it
This I can, work wit' it
This I can
This I can, this I can
Work, work, work
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This I can
This I can
This I can
This I can, this I can
This I can
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
This I can, work wit' it (It's Kidd Rayy by the way, O)
This I can, work wit' it
I emerged from the mud nigga
From the back-blocks, wit' no love in it
Daddy, cousins, uncles, all drug dealers
Fully-automatic wit' a drum in it
OG gave me game, I'ma run wit' it
Take this shit and have fun wit' it (Yeah)
A nigga known as that one nigga (Yeah)
7 Mile Road, where I'm from nigga, I'm a beast, yeah
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
Step on the scene, then I murk, murk, murk
Get out the way, or get hurt, hurt, hurt
You gon' get put on a shirt
I'm so outer space, I can't be here from earth
I got a line on some damn good exotics
I find it ironic, 'cause that's how I cook
We play it crazy, don't play by the book
It's a damn shame how these lives gettin' took
The shit hit harder than a Mike Tyson hook
The crack gettin' cooked
The fiends all hooked
I got it all on me, tell 'em meet me at Hooks
This I can, this I can
This I can, work wit' it
This I can, work wit' it
This I can
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
This I can, work wit' it (Work)
This I can, work wit' it (Un)
I had to stack up my spinach
'Cause by any means, I'ma get it
Too real wit' these f*ck niggas, don't know the difference
I'm ballin' like Jordan, this feel like a scrimmage
Used to wake up over stressed
Na I wake up, hit the bank, and I flex
Get the whole check, spend the shit on my neck
I do what I want, I can't live wit' regret
Applyin' all pressure, my foot on they neck
I make this shit look too easy
I'm too high, bitch, can't nobody see me
Yo bitch give me top 'cause I'm fly like a genie
They hope I would lose, I was starvin', ain't feed me
Na they all mad 'cause a young nigga eatin'
Come from the trenches, my gang full of demons
My niggas on tip, bitch, don't give us a reason
This I can
This I can
This I can
This I can, this I can
This I can
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
This I can, work wit' it
This I can, work wit' it
This I can
This I can
This I can
This I can, this I can
This I can
This I can, this I can, work, work, work
This I can, work wit' it
This I can, work wit' it
This I can
This I can, this I can
Work, work, work
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Writer: Marcus Fleming, Raymond Patrick
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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