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Lyrics: Darold Brown/Steven Pugh Music: Darold Brown/Steven Pugh Producer: Proppa/Rich DietZ/Smith & Sorren I gotta close the window before I record 'cause New York don't know how to be quiet Ar, ar, ar Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (Baby) Ar, ar, ar Put in work, put 'em in the dirt Put in work Ar, ar, ar (Baby) Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers She don't get nothin' from a nigga though, all she get is hard dick and some Cheerios Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical, bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo Ballin' (Skr), got me feelin' like Jim Jones I'm a pimp though, no limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt, that's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves I ain't lyin', lay 'em on the curb, ridin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg (Damn) Girl, you twerk, twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp So much work he'll smoke up the Earth I gotta close the window before I record 'cause New York don't know how to be quiet Ar, ar, ar Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (Baby) Ar, ar, ar (Baby) Put in work (Baby) Put 'em in the dirt (Damn) Ar, ar, ar Put in work, put 'em in the dirt Put in work Ar, ar, ar Put in work Programming: Proppa/Rich DietZ/Smith & Sorren