Young E - Work Lyrics

Yo
I 'fi mash this work
I don't wanna hear no man chat shit
Don't wanna hear no dirt
Man come through with a one two bang
I'ma 'merk like 'Broly I go berserk
When I drop these bars these bitches butt-hurt
Like "Yo E you dumb little nerd
You chat all this shit and this 'was" look
Real talk I just need to be stern

Tell a bitch just shut up
Come to your ends like what up
Niggas try rain on my shine
Like ASAP man come vex like Pusher
If I buss this right and a left three times
I'm going the wrong direction
My bars are hard like erection
Man just incinerate infection
Blood, I'll give you a C section
Cesarean man open belly
True say her 'pumpum was so smelly
If I don't get paid I'm like young 'Melly
At 6 pm you'll be on the telly
If I get pissed I'll burn your clothes
When you really get mad you dash like Bolt
When you really get mad you hide you sulk
If I really get mad you'll start to choke
Spin your jaw do more than that
Take mans chain 'finna take mans cap
Crease mans air force put it on snap
Lemme think of a caption, no cap
I said I do more than spin your jaw
Leave man done wash up on the floor
On your way out, please shut the front door
And don't start bawling

Mash that work
I don't wanna hear no man chat shit
Don't wanna hear no dirt
Man come through with a one two bang
I'ma 'merk like 'Broly I go berserk
When I drop these bars these bitches butt-hurt
Like "Yo E, you dumb little nerd
You chat all this shit and this 'was" look
Real talk I just need to be stern

Yo
Y- E, that's me, that's sticks and stones
These lyrics might, break your bones
I'm really out 'ere 'tryna set this tone
So I gotta come cold like Crepes & Cones
I knew it all ready from day like yo
I'm gonna be big just watch me bro
Look, I know it ain't set in stone
But this time next year I'll be shutting down shows
I'm a good 'yute, I ain't 'tryna be bad
So please dissect my lyrics correctly
I don't condone no 'bootings or no 'cheffings
Man, just don't test me
Listen, last year I felt so low
Now I'm spitting these bars all fast not slow
Come round there and I'm digging these hoes
You'll never ever know how I got this flow

Man I got bars for days
F*ck your bitch man 'jeet in her face
I know 'bruddas that'll slap that gauge
And write off cars 'cah they're 'ments like 'Taze
Fee, 'fi, 'fo, fum
Caught a whine off a girl with an English bum
I cannot run with a rusty one
See I do it like 'Headie, me can't use guns
Cesarean man open lung
The quality of your bars are like old Samsung's
Bey-blade I'ma just leave man spun
Brother don't chat to me about guns
Are you dumb 'diddy dumb dumb dumb, are you
Round man up like I work in a zoo
I don't read out of a 'biblio boo
When the p was short I had to make do
Look, for the bros them I'll back it
You'll never see man move static
You know that I am not so passive
So when I see you blood it's tragic
Do it all I'm moving chromatic
But I can't swim so I'm not aquatic
Bare man say my rhymes are traumatic
Move pragmatic
Put him in the attic

I don't wanna 'ear no man chat shit don't wanna hear no dirt
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