35 lyrics for "I gotta work it!"

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound
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Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that
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I got plans tonight And you, you know what I like And you're approaching me right But I gotta make sure it's right for me But you gotta work that thing right for me So take the stage just show me what you got Feeling lucky let me touch your spot Might be
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Who needs remote control? From the Civic Hall Push a button You gotta work and you're late It's so grey in London town Panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock
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We gotta get out of this place If it's the last thing we ever do Now my girl you're so young and pretty Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin' He's been workin' and slavin' his life away (Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!) Girl, there's
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DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's
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Keep'n it real Gotta big up all my peoples who be working on the future Though they know they gotta struggle To all my homies working on the 9 to 5 And doing right to keep themselves up out of trouble Although sometimes I know it seems impossible There
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But it don't work like that You just gotta watch it fly Stand there on the side lines Go on and swallow your pride You know it's gonna be alright Wish it well and close your eyes With a kiss goodbye It's all that you want back When you lose somethin'
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Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these
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Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No
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