Letra

It's actually perfect It's actually perfect It's actually perfect It's actually perfect Un deux trois You hear that bass banging out my car Un deux trois They want this work but that is not my job Un deux trois You hear that bass banging out my car Un deux trois You know you want that work, you better get that work, you know ya. Been on my mack shit Out in Cali bumpin Pac or Pac Div Nope y'all not proactive Catherine Zeta Jones type attractive Is how the deal gotta look If we rollin baby Came correct for their necks Like we going crazy You lookin like a shot that i had to shoot Flow going padded room Bag of shrooms Took the cap off like caddy roof Stemmed from the attitude of howdy do, Dads back in town and I'm proud of you. Never miscarry friends, that's dead weight. Ben franks will never make my head change But I do smile every time i get paid So its true i'll always go to work: leg day Now shake it loose like a bolt on my bed frame HAHAHA Yo you're wild. Un deux trois You hear that bass banging out my car Un deux trois They want this work but that is not my job Un deux trois You hear that bass banging out my car Un deux trois You know you want that work, you better get that work, you know ya. I'm blowing up, you can check my mentions I get checks, collect then invest them I pull up and rev up my engine Hop out, don't need clout to impress him My henchmen got a death wish, I attest this Cess smoke make the room choke, that's asbestos Back stroke flow that I know you obsessed with Sex in the champagne room, & you on the guest list Slide through like a vat of lube then I exit Fuck your rules and your platitudes We don't cheat man we rather lose That's Serena attitude And you mad at who? but we still won Spittin like an Aquafina Nina that's a water gun But if we shooting then you gotta run Fuck these niggas now I got a son Where you think you got your habits from It's hard to call it work when we having fun Un deux trois You hear that bass banging out my car Un deux trois They want this work but that is not my job Un deux trois You hear that bass banging out my car Un deux trois You know you want that work, you better get that work, you know ya. Go and get the bag! Throw it in the trunk. Go and get the bag! Throw it in the trunk. Go and get the bag! Throw it in the trunk. Go and get the bag! Throw it in the trunk. Go and get the bag! Throw it in the trunk. Go and get the bag! Throw it in the trunk. Go and get the bag! Throw it in the trunk. Go and get the bag! Throw it in the trunk. Un deux trois You hear that bass banging out my car Un deux trois They want this work but that is not my job Un deux trois You hear that bass banging out my car Un deux trois You know you want that work, you better get that work, you know ya.
Writer(s): Christian Scott Condos, Gabrielle Kadushin, Samantha Mcdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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