Work Lyrics By Key Glock On Key Glock English 2023. Best Hip Hop, Pop, Rap Song Work Lyrics in Hindi & English Originally Released on YouTube. Work Song Sung By Popular Singer Key Glock, Music Composed By Key Glock, and Lyrics Of This Song Are Written By Key Glock. Work Full Song Lyrics By Key Glock. We Offer Amazing English Songs Lyrics Only on WoLyrics.com
Work Details
| Vocal/Singer | Key Glock |
|---|---|
| Music Comsposer | Key Glock |
| Lyricist | Key Glock |
Work Lyrics Key Glock
ake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I’m cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin’ me, “Work”
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can’t worry ’bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain’t trustin’ none of these niggas at all
Ran that a bag up, fuck nigga back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin’ this shit, my bad y’all (my bad)
Diamonds on, you ain’t Glock, you a bad dog (err)
Yeah, I ran that a bag up, fuck nigga back off (uh)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin’ these niggas, my bad y’all (my bad)
Diamonds on me bitin’, Glock, you a bad dog
Hellcat Durango no Trackhawk
Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out
Yeah, Glizock that nigga, hands down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna blow this lil’ bitch back out, yeah
I been in the cut, now I’m back out, yeah (back out)
I been in the cut, but I’m back now, uh
Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah (racks out)
Nigga, I still got racks comin’ in
Nigga, I still bring them packs out, yeah (packs out)
Don’t judge me, bitch, that’s how I is
Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I’m in, uh, France right now
I’m in-, yeah (yeah)
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup (yeah)
Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert (uh)
I get it in like the first and the third (uh)
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt (yeah)
All of this money, I feel like I’m cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin’ me, “Work”
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can’t worry ’bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
I ain’t trustin’ none of these niggas at all
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can’t worry ’bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain’t trustin’ none of these niggas at all
Ran that bag up, fuck nigga back off (back off)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin’ this shit, my bad y’all (my bad)
Diamonds on me bitin’, Glock, you a bad dog
