TK Kayembe - Werkin' Girls lyrics

[Vers 1: Angel Haze] Okay I'm Rambo I ramshack I'm next to that cheese like rat traps On top of that green like gra** a** That's over y'all head like snapbacks I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in Tryna find an a** I can put my f**ing foot in Run this sh** no I run this sh** Don't give one f** b**h I done this sh** I did what I say I did Did not fabricate one bit I have been the f**ing realest since my exit near the clit That's where I was born f** what you on All about me b**h f** what you doin' Round of applause b**hes slap me with some clappin Show my whole f**ing a** like a fat b**h in chaps But I'll be running that sh** like a motherf**in' tracker Like a run-on sense like a motherf**in' chopper Like a cheetah in the jungle but I'm motherf**ing faster Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor Hold up I'm not serious I'm just playin — psych! f** your opinion b**h I mean it when I'm sayin that [Hook: Angel Haze] Money and more money is the only sh** I'm after You can cut the fake sh** I'm not a motherf**in' actor I'm on top of my green like a motherf**ing tractor You n***as you ‘bout to be b**hes you b**hes 'bout to be Casper [Verse 2: Angel Haze] I'll be on that other sh** got that from my other b**h She come from an island or a desert or some tundra sh** I am multi-faceted, b**h I do a ton of sh** Like I'm diarrhea or whatever's sitting under it I'm nasty, I'm insane, I'm too much, I spit grains I came from the f**in' bottom I'm top now, I sh** flames I kick sh**, like dope sh** Like no sh**, like oh sh** Get in my way I f** up everything Like ho sh** See, they said that I wouldn't I do whatever they said I couldn't I'm not the one to be f**ed with Or to be tough with I be on your head like duck, duck, duck b**h I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists Nah, I'm like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt Like when you gon' let me f** b**h [Hook] [Vers 3: Angel Haze] I'm an undefeated ba*tard My tongue is the f**ing rapture, b**h I be at my peak, I am not the one to be mastered I'm the one to be after, I'm sweeping you while I'm dusting I just popped up out the blue, I'm spontaneously combusting Spit a little different, give me just a minute Beat the beat down b**h, fresh it then I k** it We are not the same but they don't really get it Tell ‘em do the math, hoe—fraction, division Sick flow sick ho, drop me in the clinic Eat 'em 'til the end 'til they back at the beginning Cause I ki-ki-ki-k** it ‘til it's flat dead And never pa** a rock like a motherf**ing crackhead [Hook]