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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana, loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n\nIlluminati? I'm from the streets\nNever sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\nPut in work, put in work\nPut in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\nShout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand\nThey don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang\nThey don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang\nI said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\nI do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\nI know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\nYou got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\nI fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos\nI fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\nI said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\n\nThat don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\nI just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\nNo green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing but work\n(Put it in work)\n\nYAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK!\nA lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\nNo I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\nPimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\nShip O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\nO-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\nMy heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\nBitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\nPassion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\nUh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\nAll big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth\nYeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\n\nDeacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turnt\"\nPop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\nShippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\nMight not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\nBack to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n\nA lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\nDrivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\nOut of line, pistols barkin' \"Ar, ar\" ride or die\nWrite a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\nYou want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic\nBut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux, put in work","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.77] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:03.40] Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:06.53] Stand up\n[00:15.11] Gucci down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa\n[00:19.21] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:22.18] But really though, she a silly ho\n[00:24.00] Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:25.85] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though\n[00:27.75] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:29.65] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical\n[00:31.35] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:33.18] No tint though, on my window\n[00:35.02] So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:37.02] Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\n[00:41.23] No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n[00:44.78] Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n[00:47.73] Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\n[00:49.40] That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\n[00:51.42] I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\n[00:53.43] Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\n[00:56.28] Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n[00:59.87] Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n[01:02.75] French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\n[01:04.40] Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n[01:07.03] Yeah, uh, put in work\n[01:08.17] Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n[01:10.07] So much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n[01:11.75] Polo Ground, A$AP World\n[01:13.83] (Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\n[01:18.05] That's Montana, loose cannon\n[01:22.54] He shot me so I had to do it\n[01:25.50] Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n[01:28.96] I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\n[01:32.57] Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n[01:36.81] When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n[01:40.18] When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\n[01:43.75] Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n[01:47.61] I'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n[01:51.53] Illuminati? 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\n  No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\n  That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\n  I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\n  Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\n  Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\n  Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work\n  Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\n  Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\n  That's Montana, loose cannon\n  He shot me so I had to do it\n  Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n  I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\n  Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n  When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n  When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\n  Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n  I'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n\n  Illuminati? 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana, loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n\nIlluminati? 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Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic\nBut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux, put in work","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.84] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:15.52] Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:17.78] Stand up\n[00:27.01] Gucci down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa\n[00:31.05] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:34.28] But really though, she a silly ho\n[00:35.53] Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:37.79] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though\n[00:39.35] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:41.76] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical\n[00:43.21] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:45.08] No tint though, on my window\n[00:46.97] So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:49.09] Balling! 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\n  No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\n  That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\n  I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\n  Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\n  Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\n  Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work\n  Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\n  Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Haaan!) 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Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic,\nBut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n(Put in work!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:05.30] 'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:07.35] Stand up!\n[00:09.92] Ferg...\n[00:12.87] Ar, ar, ar!\n[00:14.61] Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\n[00:19.46] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:22.38] But really though, she a silly ho,\n[00:24.29] 'Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:26.37] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\n[00:28.20] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:29.83] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\n[00:32.01] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:33.31] No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:36.08] Ballin'! 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(Skkrrrrr!)\n  Got me feelin' like Jim Jones\n  I'm a pimp though, no limp though,\n  Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\n  That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\n  I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\n  Idin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n  (Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the\n  Earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Ha!) That ain't Kanye\n  That's Montana – loose cannon\n  He shot me so I had to do it\n  Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n  I just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\n  Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n  When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n  When they bare-faced, they coming for your life\n  Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n  I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\n  Illuminati? I'm from the streets\n  Never sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\n  Put in work, put in work\n  Put in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\n  Shout out that motherland,\n  12 years old with guns in hand\n  They don't ask no questions, nigga,\n  All they do is bang! 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Ratchets, designer jackets\n  The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\n  My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\n  Got a chick that worked at Magic,\n  But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\n  See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\n  You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n  (Put in work!)\n"},{"id":1934418,"name":"Work REMIX","trackName":"Work REMIX","artistName":"A$AP Ferg","albumName":"Trap Lord","duration":78.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I gotta close the window before I record\n'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\nStand up!\nFerg...\nAr, ar, ar!\nCoogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\nKeep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\nBut really though, she a silly ho,\n'Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\nShe don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\nAll she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\nKinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\nBet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\nNo tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\nBallin'! (Skkrrrrr!)\nGot me feelin' like Jim Jones\nI'm a pimp though, no limp though,\nCouldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\nThat's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\nI ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\nIdin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n(Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the\nEarth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Ha!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana – loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they coming for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\nIlluminati? I'm from the streets\nNever sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\nPut in work, put in work\nPut in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\nShout out that motherland,\n12 years old with guns in hand\nThey don't ask no questions, nigga,\nAll they do is bang! 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(Skkrrrrr!)\n[00:39.40] Got me feelin' like Jim Jones\n[00:41.15] I'm a pimp though, no limp though,\n[00:42.95] Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n[00:43.95] Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n[00:47.85] Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\n[00:49.48] That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\n[00:51.52] I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\n[00:53.42] Idin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n[00:55.93] (Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n[00:58.08] Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n[00:59.93] French got the shovel he gon' put him in the\n[01:02.90] Earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n[01:04.72] Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n[01:10.13] So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n[01:13.68] (Ha!) That ain't Kanye\n[01:16.37] That's Montana – loose cannon\n[01:21.55] He shot me so I had to do it\n[01:25.29] Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n[01:28.63] I just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\n[01:33.17] Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n[01:36.26] When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n[01:39.95] When they bare-faced, they coming for your life\n[01:43.23] Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n[01:47.25] I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\n[01:50.54] Illuminati? I'm from the streets\n[01:54.50] Never sold my body, we takin' bodies\n[01:58.26] Put in work, put in work\n[02:00.97] Put in work, put 'em in the dirt\n[02:05.61] Shout out that motherland,\n[02:07.28] 12 years old with guns in hand\n[02:09.45] They don't ask no questions, nigga,\n[02:11.51] All they do is bang! Bang, bang!\n[02:14.83] They don't ask no questions\n[02:17.12] All they do is bang, bang!\n[02:19.77] I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\n[02:23.79] I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\n[02:27.20] I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\n[02:31.39] You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\n[02:35.12] I fuck with Asian niggas, and I fuck with Migos\n[02:39.43] I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\n[02:43.08] I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\n[02:44.55] That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\n[02:46.24] I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\n[02:48.60] No green card in this struggle,\n[02:52.69] Immigration give you nothing\n[02:56.72] But work... work... work\n[03:00.78] Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!\n[03:04.35] A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\n[03:08.42] No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\n[03:11.91] Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\n[03:15.72] Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\n[03:19.49] O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\n[03:23.37] My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\n[03:26.65] Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\n[03:30.54] Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\n[03:34.01] Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\n[03:39.45] All big titties lift your shirt,\n[03:41.00] Show a player what you're worth\n[03:44.58] Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\n[03:45.76] Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turned.\"\n[03:48.18] Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\n[03:50.74] Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\n[03:52.98] Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\n[03:59.92] Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n[04:03.45] A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\n[04:07.36] Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\n[04:10.31] Out of line, pistols barkin', \"Ar, ar!\" Ride or die\n[04:14.85] Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\n[04:17.95] You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\n[04:21.73] The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\n[04:25.89] My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\n[04:29.05] Got a chick that worked at Magic,\n[04:31.59] But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\n[04:33.22] See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\n[04:36.04] You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n[04:40.39] (Put in work!)\n[04:40.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Work REMIX\n  artist: A$AP Ferg\n  album: Trap Lord\n  duration_ms: 78000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I gotta close the window before I record\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: '''Cause New York don''t know how to be quiet'\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 7350\n- text: Stand up!\n  start_ms: 7350\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: Ferg...\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 12870\n- text: Ar, ar, ar!\n  start_ms: 12870\n  end_ms: 14610\n- text: Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\n  start_ms: 14610\n  end_ms: 19460\n- text: Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n  start_ms: 19460\n  end_ms: 22380\n- text: But really though, she a silly ho,\n  start_ms: 22380\n  end_ms: 24290\n- text: '''Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough'\n  start_ms: 24290\n  end_ms: 26370\n- text: She don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\n  start_ms: 26370\n  end_ms: 28200\n- text: All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n  start_ms: 28200\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 32010\n- text: Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n  start_ms: 32010\n  end_ms: 33310\n- text: No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n  start_ms: 33310\n  end_ms: 36080\n- text: Ballin'! 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(Skkrrrrr!)\n  Got me feelin' like Jim Jones\n  I'm a pimp though, no limp though,\n  Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\n  That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\n  I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\n  Idin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n  (Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the\n  Earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Ha!) That ain't Kanye\n  That's Montana – loose cannon\n  He shot me so I had to do it\n  Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n  I just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\n  Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n  When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n  When they bare-faced, they coming for your life\n  Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n  I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\n  Illuminati? I'm from the streets\n  Never sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\n  Put in work, put in work\n  Put in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\n  Shout out that motherland,\n  12 years old with guns in hand\n  They don't ask no questions, nigga,\n  All they do is bang! 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(Skkrrrrr!)\nGot me feelin' like Jim Jones\nI'm a pimp though, no limp though,\nCouldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\nThat's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\nI ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\nIdin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n(Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the\nEarth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Ha!) 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Bang, bang!\nThey don't ask no questions\nAll they do is bang, bang!\nI said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\nI do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\nI know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\nYou got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\nI fuck with Asian niggas, and I fuck with Migos\nI fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\nI said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\nThat don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\nI just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\nNo green card in this struggle,\nImmigration give you nothing\nBut work... work... work\n\nYawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!\nA lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\nNo I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\nPimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\nShip O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\nO-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\nMy heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\nBitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\nPassion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\nUh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\nAll big titties lift your shirt,\nShow a player what you're worth\nYeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\nDeacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turned.\"\nPop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\nShippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\nMight not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\nBack to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n\nA lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\nDrivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\nOut of line, pistols barkin', \"Ar, ar!\" Ride or die\nWrite a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\nYou want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic,\nBut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n(Put in work!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:05.30] 'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:07.35] Stand up!\n[00:09.92] Ferg...\n[00:12.87] Ar, ar, ar!\n[00:14.61] Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\n[00:19.46] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:22.38] But really though, she a silly ho,\n[00:24.29] 'Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:26.37] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\n[00:28.20] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:29.83] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\n[00:32.01] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:33.31] No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:36.08] Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!)\n[00:39.40] Got me feelin' like Jim Jones\n[00:41.15] I'm a pimp though, no limp though,\n[00:42.95] Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n[00:43.95] Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n[00:47.85] Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\n[00:49.48] That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\n[00:51.52] I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\n[00:53.42] Idin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n[00:55.93] (Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n[00:58.08] Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n[00:59.93] French got the shovel he gon' put him in the\n[01:02.90] Earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n[01:04.72] Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n[01:10.13] So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n[01:13.68] (Ha!) That ain't Kanye\n[01:16.37] That's Montana – loose cannon\n[01:21.55] He shot me so I had to do it\n[01:25.29] Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n[01:28.63] I just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\n[01:33.17] Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n[01:36.26] When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n[01:39.95] When they bare-faced, they coming for your life\n[01:43.23] Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n[01:47.25] I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\n[01:50.54] Illuminati? I'm from the streets\n[01:54.50] Never sold my body, we takin' bodies\n[01:58.26] Put in work, put in work\n[02:00.97] Put in work, put 'em in the dirt\n[02:05.61] Shout out that motherland,\n[02:07.28] 12 years old with guns in hand\n[02:09.45] They don't ask no questions, nigga,\n[02:11.51] All they do is bang! Bang, bang!\n[02:14.83] They don't ask no questions\n[02:17.12] All they do is bang, bang!\n[02:19.77] I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\n[02:23.79] I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\n[02:27.20] I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\n[02:31.39] You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\n[02:35.12] I fuck with Asian niggas, and I fuck with Migos\n[02:39.43] I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\n[02:43.08] I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\n[02:44.55] That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\n[02:46.24] I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\n[02:48.60] No green card in this struggle,\n[02:52.69] Immigration give you nothing\n[02:56.72] But work... work... work\n[03:00.78] Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!\n[03:04.35] A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\n[03:08.42] No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\n[03:11.91] Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\n[03:15.72] Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\n[03:19.49] O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\n[03:23.37] My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\n[03:26.65] Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\n[03:30.54] Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\n[03:34.01] Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\n[03:39.45] All big titties lift your shirt,\n[03:41.00] Show a player what you're worth\n[03:44.58] Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\n[03:45.76] Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turned.\"\n[03:48.18] Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\n[03:50.74] Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\n[03:52.98] Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\n[03:59.92] Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n[04:03.45] A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\n[04:07.36] Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\n[04:10.31] Out of line, pistols barkin', \"Ar, ar!\" Ride or die\n[04:14.85] Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\n[04:17.95] You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\n[04:21.73] The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\n[04:25.89] My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\n[04:29.05] Got a chick that worked at Magic,\n[04:31.59] But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\n[04:33.22] See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\n[04:36.04] You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n[04:40.39] (Put in work!)\n[04:40.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Work (remix)\n  artist: A$AP Ferg\n  album: Trap Lord\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I gotta close the window before I record\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: '''Cause New York don''t know how to be quiet'\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 7350\n- text: Stand up!\n  start_ms: 7350\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: Ferg...\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 12870\n- text: Ar, ar, ar!\n  start_ms: 12870\n  end_ms: 14610\n- text: Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\n  start_ms: 14610\n  end_ms: 19460\n- text: Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n  start_ms: 19460\n  end_ms: 22380\n- text: But really though, she a silly ho,\n  start_ms: 22380\n  end_ms: 24290\n- text: '''Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough'\n  start_ms: 24290\n  end_ms: 26370\n- text: She don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\n  start_ms: 26370\n  end_ms: 28200\n- text: All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n  start_ms: 28200\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 32010\n- text: Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n  start_ms: 32010\n  end_ms: 33310\n- text: No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n  start_ms: 33310\n  end_ms: 36080\n- text: Ballin'! 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(Skkrrrrr!)\n  Got me feelin' like Jim Jones\n  I'm a pimp though, no limp though,\n  Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\n  That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\n  I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\n  Idin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n  (Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the\n  Earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Ha!) That ain't Kanye\n  That's Montana – loose cannon\n  He shot me so I had to do it\n  Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n  I just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\n  Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n  When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n  When they bare-faced, they coming for your life\n  Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n  I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\n  Illuminati? I'm from the streets\n  Never sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\n  Put in work, put in work\n  Put in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\n  Shout out that motherland,\n  12 years old with guns in hand\n  They don't ask no questions, nigga,\n  All they do is bang! 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Ratchets, designer jackets\n  The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\n  My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\n  Got a chick that worked at Magic,\n  But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\n  See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\n  You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n  (Put in work!)\n"},{"id":18771666,"name":"Work (remix)","trackName":"Work (remix)","artistName":"A$AP Ferg","albumName":"Trap Lord","duration":286.1072,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I gotta close the window before I record\n'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\nStand up!\nFerg...\nAr, ar, ar!\nCoogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\nKeep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\nBut really though, she a silly ho,\n'Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\nShe don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\nAll she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\nKinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\nBet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\nNo tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\nBallin'! (Skkrrrrr!)\nGot me feelin' like Jim Jones\nI'm a pimp though, no limp though,\nCouldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\nThat's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\nI ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\nIdin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n(Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the\nEarth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Ha!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana – loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they coming for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\nIlluminati? I'm from the streets\nNever sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\nPut in work, put in work\nPut in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\nShout out that motherland,\n12 years old with guns in hand\nThey don't ask no questions, nigga,\nAll they do is bang! Bang, bang!\nThey don't ask no questions\nAll they do is bang, bang!\nI said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\nI do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\nI know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\nYou got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\nI fuck with Asian niggas, and I fuck with Migos\nI fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\nI said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\nThat don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\nI just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\nNo green card in this struggle,\nImmigration give you nothing\nBut work... work... work\n\nYawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!\nA lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\nNo I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\nPimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\nShip O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\nO-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\nMy heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\nBitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\nPassion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\nUh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\nAll big titties lift your shirt,\nShow a player what you're worth\nYeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\nDeacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turned.\"\nPop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\nShippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\nMight not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\nBack to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n\nA lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\nDrivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\nOut of line, pistols barkin', \"Ar, ar!\" Ride or die\nWrite a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\nYou want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic,\nBut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n(Put in work!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:05.30] 'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:07.35] Stand up!\n[00:09.92] Ferg...\n[00:12.87] Ar, ar, ar!\n[00:14.61] Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\n[00:19.46] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:22.38] But really though, she a silly ho,\n[00:24.29] 'Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:26.37] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\n[00:28.20] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:29.83] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\n[00:32.01] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:33.31] No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:36.08] Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!)\n[00:39.40] Got me feelin' like Jim Jones\n[00:41.15] I'm a pimp though, no limp though,\n[00:42.95] Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n[00:43.95] Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n[00:47.85] Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\n[00:49.48] That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\n[00:51.52] I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\n[00:53.42] Idin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n[00:55.93] (Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n[00:58.08] Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n[00:59.93] French got the shovel he gon' put him in the\n[01:02.90] Earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n[01:04.72] Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n[01:10.13] So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n[01:13.68] (Ha!) That ain't Kanye\n[01:16.37] That's Montana – loose cannon\n[01:21.55] He shot me so I had to do it\n[01:25.29] Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n[01:28.63] I just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\n[01:33.17] Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n[01:36.26] When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n[01:39.95] When they bare-faced, they coming for your life\n[01:43.23] Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n[01:47.25] I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\n[01:50.54] Illuminati? I'm from the streets\n[01:54.50] Never sold my body, we takin' bodies\n[01:58.26] Put in work, put in work\n[02:00.97] Put in work, put 'em in the dirt\n[02:05.61] Shout out that motherland,\n[02:07.28] 12 years old with guns in hand\n[02:09.45] They don't ask no questions, nigga,\n[02:11.51] All they do is bang! Bang, bang!\n[02:14.83] They don't ask no questions\n[02:17.12] All they do is bang, bang!\n[02:19.77] I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\n[02:23.79] I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\n[02:27.20] I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\n[02:31.39] You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\n[02:35.12] I fuck with Asian niggas, and I fuck with Migos\n[02:39.43] I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\n[02:43.08] I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\n[02:44.55] That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\n[02:46.24] I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\n[02:48.60] No green card in this struggle,\n[02:52.69] Immigration give you nothing\n[02:56.72] But work... work... work\n[03:00.78] Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!\n[03:04.35] A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\n[03:08.42] No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\n[03:11.91] Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\n[03:15.72] Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\n[03:19.49] O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\n[03:23.37] My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\n[03:26.65] Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\n[03:30.54] Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\n[03:34.01] Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\n[03:39.45] All big titties lift your shirt,\n[03:41.00] Show a player what you're worth\n[03:44.58] Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\n[03:45.76] Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turned.\"\n[03:48.18] Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\n[03:50.74] Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\n[03:52.98] Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\n[03:59.92] Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n[04:03.45] A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\n[04:07.36] Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\n[04:10.31] Out of line, pistols barkin', \"Ar, ar!\" Ride or die\n[04:14.85] Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\n[04:17.95] You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\n[04:21.73] The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\n[04:25.89] My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\n[04:29.05] Got a chick that worked at Magic,\n[04:31.59] But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\n[04:33.22] See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\n[04:36.04] You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n[04:40.39] (Put in work!)\n[04:40.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Work (remix)\n  artist: A$AP Ferg\n  album: Trap Lord\n  duration_ms: 286107\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I gotta close the window before I record\n  start_ms: 1820\n  end_ms: 5300\n- text: '''Cause New York don''t know how to be quiet'\n  start_ms: 5300\n  end_ms: 7350\n- text: Stand up!\n  start_ms: 7350\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: Ferg...\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 12870\n- text: Ar, ar, ar!\n  start_ms: 12870\n  end_ms: 14610\n- text: Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\n  start_ms: 14610\n  end_ms: 19460\n- text: Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n  start_ms: 19460\n  end_ms: 22380\n- text: But really though, she a silly ho,\n  start_ms: 22380\n  end_ms: 24290\n- text: '''Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough'\n  start_ms: 24290\n  end_ms: 26370\n- text: She don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\n  start_ms: 26370\n  end_ms: 28200\n- text: All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n  start_ms: 28200\n  end_ms: 29830\n- text: Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\n  start_ms: 29830\n  end_ms: 32010\n- text: Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n  start_ms: 32010\n  end_ms: 33310\n- text: No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n  start_ms: 33310\n  end_ms: 36080\n- text: Ballin'! 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(Skkrrrrr!)\n  Got me feelin' like Jim Jones\n  I'm a pimp though, no limp though,\n  Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\n  That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\n  I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\n  Idin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n  (Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the\n  Earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Ha!) 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Ratchets, designer jackets\n  The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\n  My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\n  Got a chick that worked at Magic,\n  But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\n  See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\n  You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n  (Put in work!)\n"},{"id":20539024,"name":"Work (remix)","trackName":"Work (remix)","artistName":"A$AP Ferg","albumName":"Trap Lord","duration":296.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I gotta close the window before I record\n'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\nStand up!\nFerg...\nAr, ar, ar!\nCoogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\nKeep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\nBut really though, she a silly ho,\n'Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\nShe don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\nAll she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\nKinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\nBet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\nNo tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\nBallin'! (Skkrrrrr!)\nGot me feelin' like Jim Jones\nI'm a pimp though, no limp though,\nCouldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\nThat's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\nI ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\nIdin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n(Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the\nEarth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Ha!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana – loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they coming for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\nIlluminati? I'm from the streets\nNever sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\nPut in work, put in work\nPut in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\nShout out that motherland,\n12 years old with guns in hand\nThey don't ask no questions, nigga,\nAll they do is bang! Bang, bang!\nThey don't ask no questions\nAll they do is bang, bang!\nI said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\nI do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\nI know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\nYou got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\nI fuck with Asian niggas, and I fuck with Migos\nI fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\nI said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\nThat don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\nI just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\nNo green card in this struggle,\nImmigration give you nothing\nBut work... work... work\n\nYawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!\nA lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\nNo I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\nPimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\nShip O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\nO-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\nMy heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\nBitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\nPassion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\nUh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\nAll big titties lift your shirt,\nShow a player what you're worth\nYeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\nDeacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turned.\"\nPop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\nShippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\nMight not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\nBack to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n\nA lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\nDrivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\nOut of line, pistols barkin', \"Ar, ar!\" Ride or die\nWrite a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\nYou want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic,\nBut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n(Put in work!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.82] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:05.30] 'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:07.35] Stand up!\n[00:09.92] Ferg...\n[00:12.87] Ar, ar, ar!\n[00:14.61] Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\n[00:19.46] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:22.38] But really though, she a silly ho,\n[00:24.29] 'Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:26.37] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\n[00:28.20] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:29.83] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\n[00:32.01] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:33.31] No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:36.08] Ballin'! 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(Skkrrrrr!)\n  Got me feelin' like Jim Jones\n  I'm a pimp though, no limp though,\n  Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\n  That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\n  I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\n  Idin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n  (Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the\n  Earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Ha!) 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Ratchets, designer jackets\n  The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\n  My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\n  Got a chick that worked at Magic,\n  But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\n  See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\n  You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n  (Put in work!)\n"},{"id":16362717,"name":"Work REMIX","trackName":"Work REMIX","artistName":"A$AP Ferg","albumName":"Fifty Shades of Grey Original Motion Picture Soundtrack","duration":283.7420288,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I gotta close the window before I record\n'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\nStand up!\nFerg...\nAr, ar, ar!\nCoogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\nKeep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\nBut really though, she a silly ho,\n'cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\nShe don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\nall she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\nKinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\nbet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\nNo tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\nBallin'! (Skkrrrrr!)\nGot me feelin' like Jim Jones\nI'm a pimp though, no limp though,\ncouldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt,\nthat's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves\nI ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, r\nidin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!\n(Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the\nearth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Ha!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana – loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten homies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they coming for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep\nIlluminati? I'm from the streets\nNever sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\nPut in work, put in work\nPut in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\nShout out that motherland,\n12 years old with guns in hand\nThey don't ask no questions, nigga,\nall they do is bang! Bang, bang!\nThey don't ask no questions\nAll they do is bang, bang!\nI said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\nI do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\nI know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\nYou got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\nI fuck with Asian niggas, and I fuck with Migos\nI fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\nI said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\nThat don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\nI just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\nNo green card in this struggle,\nimmigration give you nothing\nBut work... work... work\n\nYawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!\nA lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\nNo I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\nPimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\nShip O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\nO-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\nMy heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\nBitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\nPassion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\nUh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\nAll big titties lift your shirt,\nshow a player what you're worth\nYeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\nDeacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turned.\"\nPop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\nShippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\nMight not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\nBack to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n\nA lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\nDrivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\nOut of line, pistols barkin', \"Ar, ar!\" Ride or die\nWrite a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\nYou want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic,\nbut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux\n(put in work!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.80] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:05.35] 'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:07.31] Stand up!\n[00:09.98] Ferg...\n[00:12.81] Ar, ar, ar!\n[00:14.66] Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)\n[00:19.48] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:22.39] But really though, she a silly ho,\n[00:24.27] 'Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:26.30] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though;\n[00:28.23] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:29.81] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical,\n[00:32.01] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:33.38] No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:36.00] Ballin'! 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana, loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n\nIlluminati? 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) 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(Damn)\n  start_ms: 53430\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 59870\n- text: Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  start_ms: 59870\n  end_ms: 62750\n- text: French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\n  start_ms: 62750\n  end_ms: 64400\n- text: Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  start_ms: 64400\n  end_ms: 67030\n- text: Yeah, uh, put in work\n  start_ms: 67030\n  end_ms: 68170\n- text: Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  start_ms: 68170\n  end_ms: 70070\n- text: So much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n  start_ms: 70070\n  end_ms: 71750\n- text: Polo Ground, A$AP World\n  start_ms: 71750\n  end_ms: 73830\n- text: (Haaan!) 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\n  No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\n  That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\n  I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\n  Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\n  Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\n  Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work\n  Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\n  Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\n  That's Montana, loose cannon\n  He shot me so I had to do it\n  Put him in the dirt, put him in it first\n  I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\n  Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\n  When they mask up, comin' for your ice\n  When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\n  Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak\n  I'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n\n  Illuminati? I'm from the streets\n  Never sold my body, we takin' bodies\n\n  Put in work, put in work\n  Put in work, put 'em in the dirt\n\n  Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand\n  They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang\n  They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang\n  I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya\n  I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother\n  I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner\n  You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem\n  I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos\n  I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole\n  I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but\n\n  That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal\n  I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money\n  No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing but work\n  (Put it in work)\n\n  YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK!\n  A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street\n  No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week\n  Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36\n  Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight\n  O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate\n  My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape\n  Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick\n  Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip\n  Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk\n  All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth\n  Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church\n\n  Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, \"That nigga turnt\"\n  Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk\n  Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs\n  Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse\n  Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse\n\n  A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide\n  Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine\n  Out of line, pistols barkin' \"Ar, ar\" ride or die\n  Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs\n  You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets\n  The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\n  My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\n  Got a chick that worked at Magic\n  But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\n  See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\n  You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux, put in work\n"},{"id":20865585,"name":"Work REMIX (feat. A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James & ScHoolboy Q)","trackName":"Work REMIX (feat. 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(Work) He got that work (slay 'em)\n  She pop that pussy (pussy), she make it twerk (twerk)\n  A couple model bitches, thought I balled for the Lakers\n  All they know is suck and fuck and speak a different language\n  She like that cocaina, she sniff it off my banger\n  She like to blow my nine, I think she's going brainless\n  Put in work (work), put 'em in the dirt (bang 'em)\n  Semi gon' squirt (squirt), damn he got murked (damn)\n  Who got that work? 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana, loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n\nIlluminati? 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Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic\nBut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux, put in work","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.96] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:04.04] Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:06.86] Stand up\n[00:13.81] Gucci down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa\n[00:19.16] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:22.48] But really though, she a silly ho\n[00:24.06] Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:26.15] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though\n[00:27.93] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:29.74] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical\n[00:31.70] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:33.58] No tint though, on my window\n[00:35.35] So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:37.29] Balling! 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana, loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n\nIlluminati? 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\n  No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\n  That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\n  I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\n  Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\n  Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\n  Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work\n  Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\n  Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Haaan!) 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\nNo limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\nPut in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\nRun up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\nThat's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\nI ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\nRiding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\nGirl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\nPut in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\nFrench got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\nTrinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\nYeah, uh, put in work\nSchoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\nSo much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\nPolo Ground, A$AP World\n\n(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye\nThat's Montana, loose cannon\nHe shot me so I had to do it\nPut him in the dirt, put him in it first\nI just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it\nHer ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it\nWhen they mask up, comin' for your ice\nWhen they bare-faced, they comin' for your life\nBaby don't pray for me pray for the weak\nI'm drinkin' Eileen Cuneo, it help me sleep\n\nIlluminati? 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Ratchets, designer jackets\nThe same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots\nMy bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant\nGot a chick that worked at Magic\nBut I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average\nSee my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's\nYou know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux, put in work","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] I gotta close the window before I record\n[00:04.03] Cause New York don't know how to be quiet\n[00:06.86] Stand up\n[00:13.86] Gucci down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa\n[00:19.19] Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers\n[00:22.42] But really though, she a silly ho\n[00:24.08] Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough\n[00:26.18] She don't get nothin' from a nigga though\n[00:27.96] All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios\n[00:29.73] Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical\n[00:31.73] Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs\n[00:33.54] No tint though, on my window\n[00:35.38] So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo\n[00:37.25] Balling! 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Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though\n  No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos\n  Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt\n  Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt\n  That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves\n  I ain't lying, lay 'em on the curb\n  Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! (Damn)\n  Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr\n  Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt\n  French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth\n  Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse\n  Yeah, uh, put in work\n  Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp\n  So much work he'll smoke up the Earth\n\n  Polo Ground, A$AP World\n\n  (Haaan!) 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