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Roger Joe Fox
Roger Joe Fox
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Nigga, you want me to work overtime Man, look, if you really think about it Nigga can't make us do some shit we don't wanna do For real, fuck this shit I'm about to quit this shit For real, I'm about to quit this shit Man, manager talk like he a O-G, the problem is He don't know me, coworkers talking shit But be telling like they the police Told me, you sold whole Ps, but really, you just a ho-G You my work friend, boy, you ain't built to be my co-D This vibe got my attention, she nasty and she gon' show me Dropped dick off on her, now she telling people that she coat me I'm really low-key, gave you some dick, you think you know me Telling my business to the staff, done got you popping Bitch, you owe me! A job could never hold me I'm in a gym like Kobe, damn, that mandatory OT And overworking, that's O-V Management talking slick and he might get hit with a four-piece You can't play me out my position, you gon' pay me what you owe me I'm a big dog, I put up money, I'm really lit I'm a six-figure, don't come for me about my shit I'ma lick hitter, all of my hustles is too legit Just wait till my taxes hit, and I promise I'm out this bitch I'm about to quit this shit I'm outta there, I'm outta there For real, I'm about to quit this shit I'm outta there, I'm outta there Nah, Fuck it, I'm about to quit this shit Naw, I'ma take two years off to clear my mind of this place To clear my head, cause I ain't worried about the bread we straight And if I need it, I can eat off my retirement plate Tired of you hate, write me up, cause I'm five minutes late Look, I work here cause it's convenient that I be off by the weekend They call me on my days off, and I'm just tryna sleep in I party on the weekend, the time I'm on this demon When that liquor bottle open up, I'm diving in the deep end This job is hella weak, I know I said once a week I ain't gon' say it another week, I'm on break, I'm smokin' weed I lost plenty fuckin' sleep, I ain't had time to see my freak I get my baby once a week, and if I don't, her mama's weak But I'm a big dog, I put up money, I'm really lit I'm up six figures all off the music, I'm bout my shit I'm really that nigga, and all of my hustles is too legit Just wait till my taxes hit, and I promise I'm out this bitch I'm bout to quit this shit I'm outta there, I'm outta there, I'm outta there For real, I'm bout to quit this shit I'm outta there, I'm outta there, I'm outta there Nah, fuck it, I'm bout to quit this shit I'm outta there, I'm outta there, I'm outta there For real, I'm bout to quit this shit I'm outta there, I'm outta there, I'm outta there For real, I'm bout to quit this shit Fuck you, fuck you too, damn Man, fuck your weekend, I'm about to quit this shit Yeah, yeah, man, fuck it I have to y'all ass tomorrow
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