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lirik lagu work (freestyle) – otf nunu

lost a couple real n-ggas to these streets
and all my savages turnt, ain’t no hoeing me (savage)
i’ma take’em down (raaah)
b-tch we playin’ for keeps (let’s get it)
and i f-cked yo b-tch (squaad), and only took a week
real sh-t though, she a eater though (eater), f-ck a opp, otf that’s the motto (f-ck’em)
never met a b-tch, the engle (squad)
say i talk fast, that’s my lingo (s’ get’it)
but i’ma slow it down
lean got me stump (pour up)
i can’t wife a b-tch (nuuh), i just wanna f-ck
she gave me head slow then f-ck bruh (yeah)
had to switch it up, the squad ho (gaang)
i’m a real n-gga, can’t never fraud (let’s get it)
i’ma take a bag, gettin h-lla dope (bag)
n-ggas hate my squad (hater), they want us dead (naah)
all my n-ggas color blind all they see is red (blood)
real n-gga sh-t, that chopper spit (raaaaaah)
red tape, man down, somebody hit
can’t run bullets caught’em we clap sh-t (let’s get it)
no sh-lls, that’s blood, yeah savage sh-t (raah)
i just bought a range, rims match my paint (skurrrr)
now these n-ggas mad, look at their face! (they mad)
spend h-lla cake, drink remy straight
erase, switch lanes, that’s straight a (skuur)
louis store, turnt up, blue tape k (racks)
catch’em lackin, real sh-t, the k spray (raaaah)
i got twin glocks (let’s get it), call’em mike and ike (bang)
and if he close his eyes, pistols see that light
now put in work, b-tch put in work (let’s get it)
heard you pillow talkin’, now you on the shirt (bang)
that gun small, that clip long
22 plus 8, that’s three o (.30)
shout out faceword, that’s 8 though
shout out 6hunna, that’s rondo (let’s get it)
rest in peace l’a, that’s lil bro (squaaad)
money gang, j-money, my big bro (o’block)
savage sh-t, otf, how we roll (savage)
dogpound bj band he blow (raaah)
now turn up n-gga, turn up n-gga, turn up n-gga
i’m a one of one
you a phonny n-gga (fake)
bullets to his -ss no double man
impala ss with the windows tint (skuur)
shots fired, no tellers, who did that sh-t? (bang)
nightime, all black, no witnesses (nah)
red beams on your face, ain’t missing sh-t
strapped up, 450 my prada kicks (swag)
vice stones 30k thats on my wrist
go crazy, they’ll shoot till you hear click (raah)
now k!ll’em n-gga, i’m drillin’ n-gga
crib like a mob, cost ’bout 7 figures (mills)
f-ck with me, you know i got it, you know i got it
my n-ggas savage, you know they ’bout it
squad

- otf nunu

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