Werkin' Girls Lyrics – Angel Haze

Werkin' Girls Text

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[Verse 1: Angel Haze]
Okay I'm rambo I ramshack
I'm next to that cheese like rat traps
On top of that green like grass ass
That's over ya'll head like snapbacks
I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in
Tryin' to find the ass so I can put my f**king foot in
Run this sh*t no I run this sh*t
Don't give one f**k put the run this sh*t
I did what I say I did
Did not fabricate one bit
I have been the f**king realest it's my exit near the clit
That's where I was born f**k what you want
All about me b**ch f**k what you doin'
Round of applause b**ches slap me with some clappin
Show my whole f**king ass like a fat b**ch chaps
But I'll be running that sh*t like a motherf**kin' tracker
Like I run on sense like a motherf**kin' chopper
Like a cheetah in the jungle but I'm motherf**king faster
Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor
Hold up I'm not serious I'm just playin-psych
f**k your opinion b**ch I mean it when I'm sayin that

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Money and more money is the only sh*t I'm after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I'm not a motherf**kin' actor
I'm on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you 'bout to be b**ches you b**ches 'bout to be Casper

[Verse 2: Angel Haze]
I'll be on that other sh*t got that from my other b**ch
She come from an island or a desert or some tundra sh*t
I am multi-faceted, b**ch I do a tone of sh*t
Like I'm diarrhea or whatever sitting under it
I'm nasty, I'm insane, I'm too much, I spit grains
I came from the f**kin' bottom
I'm top now, I shift lanes, I kick sh*t, like dope sh*t
Like no sh*t, like oh sh*t
Get in my way I f**k up everything
Like ho sh*t
See, they that I wouldn't
I do whatever they said I couldn't
I'm not the one to be f**ked with
Or to be tough with
I be on your head like duck, duck, duck b**ch
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 let me f**k b**ch

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Money and more money is the only sh*t I'm after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I'm not a motherf**kin' actor
I'm on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you 'bout to be b**ches you b**ches 'bout to be Casper

[Verse 3: Angel Haze]
I'm an undefeated bastard
My tongue is the f**king rapture, b**ch
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**ch, fresh it then I kill it
We are not the same but they don't really get it
Tell 'em do the math, hoe-fraction, division
Sick so sick help drop me in a clinic
Eat em for the answer they not the beginning [?]
Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it 'till it's flat dead
And never pass a rock like a motherf**king crackhead

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Money and more money is the only sh*t I'm after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I'm not a motherf**kin' actor
I'm on top of my green like a motherf**king tractor
You niggas you 'bout to be b**ches you b**ches 'bout to be Casper