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You wanna know how I get away with everything? I work all the fucking time From Monday to Friday, Friday to Sunday I love it, I work So when I say come on, I mean come on You've got to work with me Now, I don't wanna see any fake ass workers I need real builders Work, work it Work, work to be a winner Sweat, work it Sweat, sweat to be a winner I wanna smell you Yeah, I wanna smell you I wanna smell you even from far away I wanna smell you, I wanna feel you So I can note if you're a winner, baby Work, work it Work, work to be a winner Winners work it good Sweat, sweat to be a winner How does that feel? Tell me, how does that feel? Is sweat dripping down your balls? Well then, you're not a winner yet But come on Work, work it Work, work to be a winner Sweat, work it Work, work to be a winner So now that we've got an understanding I need to explain one last thing to you When I say work, I mean you've got to work for yourself Love yourself, feed yourself So you can be a winner All together Work, work it Work, work to be a winner Winners work it good Sweat, sweat to be a winner Work, yeah, work it Work, work to be a winner Winners work it good Sweat, sweat to be a winner See you later
Writer(s): Stephen Dewaele, Marie Davidson, Pierre Guerineau, David Gerard Dewaele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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