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NLE Choppa

Always Workin'

 

Always Workin'

(album: Holly Trap - 2019)


Hah, hah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Got-got it on Smoke)
Yeah (OG Parker)

The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefing with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweaking, they moving like soldiers
They calling me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They saying I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine

Hoe, they judges, I'm loading the Glizzy
Fifty plus fifty, them drawing like titties
I'm rocking Versace, I'm feeling like Biggie
I bang to the pole, no company like Diggy
I'm up in New York and it feel like I made it
They playing my songs on the radio station
Remember them days a nigga was slaving
Now for a verse, they send me a payment

Always working, I'm always in the booth
I saw a opp, he was lacking, you know I had to shoot
I tried to stay out the way, 'cause I got Mus-Mus
But don't get it confused, I wet him like a pool, ooh

The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefing with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweaking, they moving like soldiers
They calling me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They saying I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine

Pop him with a light and I shot about ten
You know I'm not selfish, I'm him and his friends
And free all my niggas that's stuck in the pen'
I took a few losses, I just wanna win
The Perc got me zooted, I'm outta my body
Thirty-three shots, I feel like I'm Scottie
Seven point six-two, knock off his noggin
Hot grease 'cause a nigga is popping

The Glock on my hip, but I don't need no holster
You beefing with me, I won't stop 'till it's over
And just like the bread, I see 'em, I toast 'em
My niggas, they tweaking, they moving like soldiers
They calling me Rondo, I keep me a nine
They saying I'm chosen, I'm one of a kind
My bitch, she bad, you know she a dime
He ran from me, shot him in his spine

Huh
Yeah, yeah

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