Traduzione: Four Seasons. Working My Way Back To You.
Working my way back to you, babe With a burnin' love inside I'm workin' my way back to you, babe And the happiness that died, oh how I cried Working
s how you want it, you come with guns nigga We cock two, got work? I comp too Block one, we pop two For the love for my family, and my seed Makin' sure
way that I was blazin at the cats Twist of the wrist, while I was pattin one back Like that kid did to Menace, when he had the four pound You know it'
show this world a better way How you helped through to your heart and all the times you fade away I get to, say these words and speak my piece to Catholic
OF YOU NIGGA YOU DOIN THE DAMN THING! Well you know we doin the damn thing too huh? Def Jam my partners, HOLLA! Warner Bros my partners, HOLLA! Koch,
show you where you ticklish The more iceyed out need to bang your wifey out She like the way my Rose Gold chain swing my thing bang Know I got niggas
out to my nigga 01 (my nigga Holla, I see you baby) Baby, you know what I mean? My nigga Black Child (Joe, what up nigga) Big Caddillac, my motherfuckin partner my
money (oooh) +Backseat of the Jeep+, you need that (Who do you love?) Baby repeat that (Who do you love?) You need to keep back Milk and +Pink Cookies
Over some yay, you done met my fuckin' heat nigga, Put to sleep nigga, best believe I creep nigga, In a hooptie me and my boys four deep nigga, Two if you
Ain't to bailin out, you mad as hell Instead of send you to school, they keep you in jail that cost way more, when you do time When you creep through
way you work that thong, girl you're killin' me [Chorus] [Armageaddon] Yeah Me? I love the way you work it now [now] Pumping your bottom up and down like somebody played you and now you
Shit you talkin' bout' fakers, nigga' I'm livin' in 7 But you playin' with four so what the fuck you yappin' for Cause' me and my niggas' is always
you shit you gotta think for yourself and fight every bit of that piece of mind that keeps you going on gets you outta bed and out that door step back
benefits (uhuh) I even let you polish the pistols(yeah) You wanna play games with my heart and my mental (My Mental) I ain't stressin' it, you know how
A/C now maybe I'll scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone
Workin' my way back to you babe with a burning love inside I'm workin' my way back to you babe and the happiness that died (Ohhh how I cried) Workin' my
