F Nostalgia

de Wale the Sage

Work, work, yuh
Work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

Work out (work), work out
I broke up with her, it ain't work out (work), work out (work)
Oh look, my new work like to work out (work), work out (work)
She in the mirror tryna work out, like work out
L-l-look, look, look, look, look, look
Pole dancer, pole, yeah
L-l-look, look, look, look
Pole dancer, pole dancer, pole

Uh, look, look, l-l-look, look, look, look, look
Wassup? Wassup?
Girl, I don’t need you, I just want you, want you
She said I need to tell you something, boy look
Boy, I'm a freak, but I'm a woman, hol’ up
She used to be my favorite cheerleader, I ain't mad, I ain't mad
'Cause she's a paralegal with a bag, with a bag (stunt)
Says Chanel on her purse, she ain't playing with these hoes
I need head, lick my blunt, she keep playing on the pole
What you knew? What you know? Girl, you got a body
Private show, she gon' show after nine to five
I just wanna lay you up, I just wanna lay some pipe
She get paid for fashion nova, so she need that stomach tight
Fucking right
Pole dancer, her dms full of you niggas who got no chances (no)
My dms full of you bitches and some broke rappers (broke)
Hold that, I digress
Pitch two birds with just one pitch
She need d and can't find gym

I told her work out, work out (work)
I broke up with her, it ain’t work out, work out (work)
Oh look, my new work like to work out, work out (work)
She in the mirror tryna work out, work out
L-l-look, look, look, look, look, look
Pole dancer, pole, pole (that’s right, work out)
L-l-look, look, look, look, look, look
Pole dancer, pole dancer, pole dancer (work out, work out, ayy)

Stallion
He said, I heard all of the best things in life come to you for free
I say baby, I know you ain't never met no bitch like me
He said, I heard you ’bout yo' money, I ain't think you was a freak
I invited all these bitches and they popping it for me
Work out, pull up, work out
I took his money, then I burnt out, ayy, skrrt out
Fuckin' with me, you gon’ get turnt out, yeah, worked out
Now, bend it over, blow yo' back out, make him tap out
Bow, bow, bow (shake that, shake that)
Loving my pimping, he made me his lady
I'm driving a Porsche with a bitch named Mercedes
All of these niggas be begging for pussy
Ain't giving it to 'em, I'm making 'em pay me
I'ma finesse him, and I'ma romance him
He got in this pussy and shook like a dancer
I need a boo with a real big ole' rooster
To come to the coupe and then ruffle my feathers
Work out, work out
I took his money, then I burnt out, ayy, skrrt out
Fuckin' with me, you gon' get turnt out, ayy, worked out
Now, bend it over, blow yo' back out, make him tap out

L-l-look, look, look, look, look, look
Pole dancer, pole, pole (that's right, work out)
L-l-look, look, look, look
Pole dancer, pole dancer, pole dancer (work out, work out)
Ayy