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Tarik Lee Trotter
Tarik Lee Trotter
Songwriter
Lucas Spry
Lucas Spry
Songwriter

Lyrics

I've been working all day Grinding All Night Told her that I want it and she said its all mine She's been working all day, wanna party all night So I told her Alright, Alright, So I told her Alright Alright, Alright She been working all day, wanna party all night So I told her Alright Nowhere near the end, this is just the Genesis No degree but I can show you who the business is Told that broad get the hell up off my property Cuz I only want dimes on my premises I'm just being real, I'm just saying how I feel Got these rappers on their toes cuz' I'm stepping on their heels I've been working so hard people think I got a deal I'm the hottest rapper out but I still give you boys the chills I put guap down on these kicks, guap down on my wrist And it cost to father these rappers I put guap down on my kids Game on lockdown cuz' I'm it, won't see the day that I quit I'm preventing your shine boy, when you snappin, I blitz I got two dimes on my bed, boy you don't even got dimes in your couch And you still right where you been How you gon move only running your mouth They don't wanna see me kill it now they heading to the cops And these broads all wanna blow me they know I'm about pop I've been working all day Grinding All Night Told her that I want it and she said its all mine She's been working all day, wanna party all night So I told her Alright, Alright, So I told her Alright Alright, Alright She been working all day, wanna party all night So I told her Alright Now my records on repeat I make hits like every week Sending pictures to my phone Hope her face match her physique I'm the hottest in the street At my best when you critique When you working how I'm working they opinion so petite All you haters take a seat Time you hop up off my meat Really you ain't gotta like me just pray you don't oversleep Out here screaming its your year, man you might not get a week I see rappers at my table I'm about to have a feast Pause, homie I ball, my dreams bigger as you all My team clogging the stall, my flow is on call All fall, all summer, all spring, all winter Click full of all winners, your image is all scrimmage My image is authentic, beginners you all finished Walk in the building soon as I'm in it you all tenants A menace, I step over those things that you call limits My flows a portrait of God in a room full of all sinners
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