Do Ya Job

Lyrics

[Intro] On my knob, on my knob Sorry Jaynari Turn up (Bitch) [Chorus] On my knob like corn on the cob (Woah, bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Woah, bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Yeah, bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job ([?], bitch) On my knob like corn on the cob (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (It's that turn up nigga, bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) [Verse 1: 2Eleven] She intrigued off the wig in my convo Round of applause make it clap, yes, bravo Now bust it wide open for me pronto Looking like a million nigga swear I hit the lotto (Duece) Thumbing through the paper feel like I just read a novel Call it Marvin K, nah this ain't no Mavado Throw some ice in it then them hoes gon' follow Told her I don't want no head if she don't swallow Turn it up now, struck the molly in the bottle Have sex with a bunch of latest Instagram models Foreign whippin on a brand new set of forgiattos Drive through the south side speaking up in Mexicana Oh mamas, you can give me all the money in the world Still won't give a bitch a dollar Nigga stayin' late with hoes, I bang on em equal dollar Really I ain't even interested, a few nickel dollars [Chorus] On my knob like corn on the cob (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) On my knob like corn on the cob (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) [Verse 2: Young Sam] She pussy poppin I'm a world star Riding louie she don't own a car I just had to get that hoe a bar Why you trippin on my maine, you fucked that homie last month Girl ain't shit changed She fuck a rapper every week tryina get some fame Late night at the hotel give me brain Do your job, got her friends do the odds One licking on my nuts, while her friend getting hit from the back, what the fuck?! Call me Santa with some red trucks Big bag full of money, strippers know what's up I'm tryina fuckin put a video on Pornhub Fucking 2 bad bitches, put it on they guts And I said I wouldn't show nobody but I lied I told them hoes to give me brain, look me in my eyes And if you lookin for a job, I can be your boss But if your resume bad, then you getting tossed Here's your first job [Chorus] On my knob like corn on the cob (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) On my knob like corn on the cob (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) On my knob like corn on the cob (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) On my knob like corn on the cob (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch) Do your job, (Bitch, bitch) do your job (Bitch)