pimpin them hoes, i be pimpin them hoes, i be pimpin them hoes pimp pimpin them hoes I be workin them bitches, i be workin them bitches, i be workin them bitches work workin
be pimpin them hoes, i be pimpin them hoes, i be pimpin them hoes pimp pimpin them hoes I be workin them bitches, i be workin them bitches, i be workin them bitches work workin
Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Baby, work me 'Til I want no more Want you to work me, baby Lord how, make me feel it Want you to do me Baby, I will
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it, I need a glass of water Boy, oh, boy, it?s good to know ya Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang
With work, with work Please don't talk to me about work Don't you talk to me about work I'm up to my eyeballs in dirt With work, with work Don't talk
of guy that can last (Work it, work it) Don't need a man around If he's throwin' down too fast You gotta work me slowly Take your time and work me slowly (Work
(Intro) Dem bwoi deh fi leggo bout yah. Dem freak dere fi leave di corner. A wi nuh waan dem inna we area, caw wi nuh deal wid dat iyah. You know wha-
voor mij is het niet moeilijk ik weet niet wat het is ik zeg dat het wel goed gaat en doe de deur weer dicht voor jou is het niet moeilijk want jij weet
It's a working man I am and I've been down underground And I swear to God if I ever see the sun Or for any length of time I can hold it in my mind I never
I work in a saloon Pulling shit pints for shit wages, it's a busy night tonight And the bar is full of all the girls I've ever shagged Or tampered with
Time works on all the wild young men The ones who went for soldiers The ones who reached for fame The ones who swore they'd die for love No matter what
Forget about her grades, forget her GPA Oh, she doesn't give a damn She's working on a tan, working on a tan She's working on a tan, working on a tan
work on this i'll get to work work have you work on this i'll get to work work have you work on this i'll get to work work make him feel like a rockstar
the land and work on a building, too. If I was a carpenter I tell you what I'd do: I'd work all day and work all night just to work on the building, too
her down That's the way it goes, it'll all work out It'll all work out eventually Better off with him than here with me It'll all work out eventually
direction in my life And I can't wait to see where it takes me I'm no longer lost in the past Even my troubles just roll off my back No the blues ain't workin
The other night was so much colder, I couldn't sleep and you weren't home. I wonder if I'll sleep tomorrow the way I did two weeks ago. This wound
