Drumma Boy

I got dope, I got dope, boy

I got dope, I got dope, boy

I got dope, I got dope, boy

I got dope, I got dope, boy

I got work, I got work

I got work, I got work

I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve

I got work, I got work

I got work, I got work

I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve

Work, I got work

Work, I got work

Work, I got work

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Like a **** turned around, I'm goin' back to work

J's in my hood call me Gucci Captain Kirk

Get you higher than a motherfuckin' mountain lion

Who knew at 9 I'd live a fuckin' life of crime?

Young, black and proud, send a bag of loud

I got a van, but I really need a tractor trailer

Tryna murk the swamp, I'm tryna flood Decatur

Had a team full of girls just to count the paper

I'ma bag the paper, then smash the haters

When I'm whippin' up show like mashed potatoes

I'm a orchestrater, I'ma choreograph

Get to tell 'em where to take it, telegraph

It's so much work, its got me laughin'

If you don't pay me, you'll have me spazzin'

If I don't front him, then I'm crabby

If you don't pay me, then I'll stab ya

Ten years goin' with no complaints, Pyrex pots in kitchen sinks

I'm cookin' 'caine and pushin' pints, since sellin' green done made me bank

I got work, I got work

I got work, I got work

I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve

I got work, I got work

I got work, I got work

I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve

Work, I got work

Work, I got work

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Work, I got work

Work, I got work

Work, work, work, work

Smoke a blunt, kush break, then I'm back to work

You would think I'm carpoolin' when you see my vert

'Cause the paint is so wet, it make her pussy squirt

26's on the skirts, it took a lot of work

Stupid diamonds, yeah, they had to dig these out the dirt

The white girl in the trunk and I let her flirt

A couple bales of marijuana get a **** hurt

He found out I found his boss man and now his feelings hurt

She like, "Damn, you got some nerve," I just like to splurge

I didn't mean to pin you, baby, I just like your curves

She want me to be her man, but it won't work

She know I spoil all my bitches 'til they won't work

I got work, I got work

I got work, I got work

I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve

I got work, I got work

I got work, I got work

I got pills, I got pounds, I got syrup to serve

Work, I got work

Work, I got work

Work, I got work

Work, work

Work, I got work

Work, I got work

Work, I got work

Work, work, work, work