Werkin Girls Lyrics - 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 y'all head like snapbacks 

I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in 

Tryna find an ass I can put my fucking foot in 

Run this shit no I run this shit 

Don't give one fuck bitch I done this shit 

I did what I say I did 

Did not fabricate one bit 

I have been the fucking realest since my exit near the clit 

That's where I was born fuck what you on 

All about me bitch fuck what you doin' 

Round of applause bitches slap me with some clappin 

Show my whole fucking ass like a fat bitch in chaps 

But I'll be running that shit like a motherfuckin' tracker 

Like a run-on sense like a motherfuckin' chopper 

Like a cheetah in the jungle but I'm motherfucking faster 

Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor 

Hold up I'm not serious I'm just playin — psych! 

Fuck your opinion bitch I mean it when I'm sayin that 

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Money and more money is the only shit I'm after 

You can cut the fake shit 

I'm not a motherfuckin' actor 

I'm on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor 

You niggas you 'bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper 

I'll be on that other shit got that from my other bitch 

She come from an island or a desert or some tundra shit 

I am multi-faceted, bitch I do a ton of shit 

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 fuckin' bottom 

I'm top now, I shit flames 

I kick shit, like dope shit 

Like no shit, like oh shit 

Get in my way I fuck up everything 

Like ho shit 

See, they said that I wouldn't 

I do whatever they said I couldn't 

I'm not the one to be fucked with 

Or to be tough with 

I be on your head like duck, duck, duck bitch 

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 fuck bitch 

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I'm an undefeated bastard 

My tongue is the fucking rapture, bitch 

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 bitch, 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 flow sick ho, drop me in the clinic 

Eat 'em 'til the end 'til they back at the beginning 

Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it 'til it's flat dead 

And never pass a rock like a motherfucking crackhead