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Den Work Video (MV)




Performed By: Mack Slim X Taylor G
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Jonathon Alexander, Kendall Mackey




Mack Slim X Taylor G - Den Work Lyrics




Speaking on my name
Boy you better come correct
Ain't no snitching in these streets
Kill you dead cause and effect
Mack Slim Taylor g
You gone give us our respect
Or my niggas run up on ya
Lay ya body down to rest

I'm sick and tired of these lame ass niggas
Coming for my shit they gone make me grab the pistol
Before I made some money yea life was real simple
Now I gotta leave the house appointments on my schedule
A lil fame it ain't changed my game
But it money in the bank got diamonds on my chain
Will you niggas please stay in yo lane
You can't afford to hit me cuz I'm whipping wood grain

All black in the black droptop
Mack Slim Taylor G party in the parking lot
Make sure yo girl don't end up at the spot
I'll buss them cheeks open make a promise that's on God

Look, watch how you talk to me
Homies stay strapped, loaded
And they'll let it sing
120 on the highway
So stay in yo lane
If you hit my joint
That shit'll leave you with a haze
Kept it 100 yeah
Even when I changed
Just like like juicy j
I'm witcho girl blowin stank
Stackin my pockets
Big bank take lil bank
I'll buy some tanks
Drive them hoes out to the A
Roll the fleet downtown
Then take the city
Bring back freaknic
Big ol booty girls showin titties
Rob some rich folk
You know they bein greedy
House the homeless
And give to the needy
Yeah, Taylor G for president
I'm buildin local business
Imma lower the rent
Yeah, aint no one livin in tents
I always see things
Through a clear lense
Too young to run now
But imma still send
The power in the truth
Keep it a bill
Kinda like that sista ruth
Bader ginsburg high up on that booth
One of the last real ones for me and you
Oh my flows?
Yeah I got a few
Out here chasin checks
Peepin clues
Call me blue
At the function
Got dirt all on my shoes
Always smokin weed
Don't give a f*ck bout rules
Tellin kids sit down and read
And they addicted to juuls
Only time till we make it now... yeah
We done mastered pro tools
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Speaking on my name
Boy you better come correct
Ain't no snitching in these streets
Kill you dead cause and effect
Mack Slim Taylor g
You gone give us our respect
Or my niggas run up on ya
Lay ya body down to rest

I'm sick and tired of these lame ass niggas
Coming for my shit they gone make me grab the pistol
Before I made some money yea life was real simple
Now I gotta leave the house appointments on my schedule
A lil fame it ain't changed my game
But it money in the bank got diamonds on my chain
Will you niggas please stay in yo lane
You can't afford to hit me cuz I'm whipping wood grain

All black in the black droptop
Mack Slim Taylor G party in the parking lot
Make sure yo girl don't end up at the spot
I'll buss them cheeks open make a promise that's on God

Look, watch how you talk to me
Homies stay strapped, loaded
And they'll let it sing
120 on the highway
So stay in yo lane
If you hit my joint
That shit'll leave you with a haze
Kept it 100 yeah
Even when I changed
Just like like juicy j
I'm witcho girl blowin stank
Stackin my pockets
Big bank take lil bank
I'll buy some tanks
Drive them hoes out to the A
Roll the fleet downtown
Then take the city
Bring back freaknic
Big ol booty girls showin titties
Rob some rich folk
You know they bein greedy
House the homeless
And give to the needy
Yeah, Taylor G for president
I'm buildin local business
Imma lower the rent
Yeah, aint no one livin in tents
I always see things
Through a clear lense
Too young to run now
But imma still send
The power in the truth
Keep it a bill
Kinda like that sista ruth
Bader ginsburg high up on that booth
One of the last real ones for me and you
Oh my flows?
Yeah I got a few
Out here chasin checks
Peepin clues
Call me blue
At the function
Got dirt all on my shoes
Always smokin weed
Don't give a f*ck bout rules
Tellin kids sit down and read
And they addicted to juuls
Only time till we make it now... yeah
We done mastered pro tools
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Writer: Jonathon Alexander, Kendall Mackey
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