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von Iggy Azalea

Work Songtext

Walk a mile in these Louboutins
But they don′t wear these - where I'm from
I′m not hating, I'm just telling you
I'm tryna let you know what the - that I′ve been through

Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt, sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs took years to save, but I got a ticket on that plane
People got a lot to say but don′t know a thing about where I was made
Or how many floors that I had to scrub just to make it past where I am from

No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami
No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami
No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami
16 in the middle of Miami, 16 in the middle of Miami

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich
I′ve been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
I′ve been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit


Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Now get this (work-work-work)
Workin′ on my shit

You can hate it or love it
Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting
Thoroughbred in a mud brick before the budget
White chick on that Pac shit
My passion was ironic, and my dreams were uncommon

Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me
Robbed blind, basically raped me
Rose through the - like a matador
Just made me madder and adamant to go at 'em
And even the score

So, I went harder
Studied the Carters ′til a deal was offered
Slept cold on the floor, recording at four in the morning
And now I′m passin' the bar like a lawyer

Immigrant Art Ignorant
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit
Hate to be inconsiderate, but the industry took my innocence
Too late, now I′m in this bitch!


You don't know the half of this - get real
Valley Girls giving - for Louboutins
What you call that? Head over heels?

No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami
No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami
No money, no family, 16 in the middle of Miami
16 in the middle of Miami

I′ve been up all night, tryna get that rich
I've been work-work-work-work-workin′ on my shit
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit

Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Now get this (work-work-work)
Workin′ on my shit

Pledge allegiance to the struggle
Ain′t been easy, but cheers to Peezy
For the weeks we lived out of duffle
Bags is all we had

Do anything for my mama, I love you
One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice
That ya managed to muscle
16, you sent me through customs so

All aboard my spaceship to Mercury
Turn first at the light that′s in front of me
'Cause every night I′ma do it like it's my last
This dream is all that I need ′cause it's all that I ever had

Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Workin' on my shit

Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Now get this work (get it)
Now get this (work-work-work)
Workin′ on my shit

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