Let’s Work The LOX
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[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot
Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot
Let’s work, let’s work
Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake
Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake
Do your dirt all by your lonely!
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Wrist game neckpiece drip to the floor
I don’t know her but she look like ready to score
No beef but my niggas is ready for war
I put that merch in the bag like I’m leaving on tour
45 and this nickel plate
I don’t walk unless my money and my liquor straight
I’m too busy woodie I ain't got no time to hate
You ain’t see a million dollars let me demonstrate
Money counter, money counter
Point blank range head trey pounder
Took a minute for me grow up
This a different kind of blow up
Make them hating niggas throw up
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot
Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot
Let’s work, let’s work
Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake
Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake
Do your dirt all by your lonely!
Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot
Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot
Let’s work, let’s work
Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake
Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake
Do your dirt all by your lonely!
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Wrist game neckpiece drip to the floor
I don’t know her but she look like ready to score
No beef but my niggas is ready for war
I put that merch in the bag like I’m leaving on tour
45 and this nickel plate
I don’t walk unless my money and my liquor straight
I’m too busy woodie I ain't got no time to hate
You ain’t see a million dollars let me demonstrate
Money counter, money counter
Point blank range head trey pounder
Took a minute for me grow up
This a different kind of blow up
Make them hating niggas throw up
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Brown liquor and my homies like to smoke a lot
Burners everywhere fuck around and you getting shot
Let’s work, let’s work
Shorty got a body like crazy I don’t care if her ass fake
Get money and stay quiet for God’s sake
Do your dirt all by your lonely!
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