Work - Joe Moses

Ain’t no pussy good enough for me to go raw

Unless Rihanna titties out with her thong off

Ain’t no pussy good enough for me to go raw

Unless Rihanna titties out with her thong off

She could fuck Drake, Chris and Meek Mills

I tell her give me the pussy after you done with them

I get a bitch pregnant then I’m going ham nigga

And if a nigga won’t beef we going ham nigga

On my St. Louis shit we going ram nigga

And with the rock eye dip like cam nigga

187 I’m a motherfucking drug dealer

Like a dyke swear to God I don’t love niggas

And on my metro talking to my eses

Get off 9 I ain’t slept like in 9 days

And my drop top looking like MacGyver

I make my baby mama do all my driving

I’m a regis to my sun just like me

Get off the pill and I might get high fe

187 to the feds I’m drug dealer

Like a dyke swear to God I don’t like niggas

And on my metro talking to my eses

Get off 9 I ain’t slept like in 9 days

I got work nigga

I’m in the spot feeling just like a smoker

My nigga Mace nick named himself Coca

Him and puchi go hard with the chocha

J Imagine in my mind

See these hoes ain’t shit but I’m the same

Fuck a bitch me and studs we’re the same

I’m a blood like my nigga Lil Wayne

I’m a blood like fuck it I bang

Get off 99 ways 9 different place

9 times out of 10 all these niggas fake

9 ratchets got more than just 9 lives

And with that 9 I can make 9 mama’s cry

187 to my motherfucking enemies

Fuck a snitch and a motherfucking witness

Make a bitch get rid like real fast

You look back like daddy, shit I got eyes

187 to the feds I’m drug dealer

Like a dyke swear to God I don’t like niggas

And on my metro talking to my eses

Get off 9 I ain’t slept like in 9 days

I got work nigga

9/11 insides with a blue roof

Feel my nigga booze up, that’s my blue roof

Remember back then when I didn’t have shit

Me and my niggas stick together like ass cheeks

Fuck a yee and a buster I don’t need that

Got a DM like nigga I need that

Give her loan dick and tell her what’s the feedback

Too many eyes and you circle when the G’s at

Where the P’s at, where the B’s at

And if you’re crippled certified where the C’s at?

Where the V’s at, where the tree’s at

Where whoops up are just the master meeze at

187 tell that pussy I overkilled

Lil pretty, lil bitch had to overhear

Like a pussy name clip of the same shit

She got some wet lick nigga cause I can’t quit

187 to the feds I’m drug dealer

Like a dyke swear to God I don’t like niggas

And on my metro talking to my eses

Get off 9 I ain’t slept like in 9 days

I got work nigga