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Britney Spears: Work Bitch
You wanna,
You wanna…
You wanna hot body?
You wanna Bugatti?
You wanna Maserati?
You better work bitch
You wanna Lamborghini?
Sippin' Martinis?
Look hot in a bikini?
You better work bitch
You wanna live fancy?
Live in a big mansion?
Party in France?
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
Now get to work bitch
(ahhh)
Now get to work bitch
(ahhh)
Bring it on
Ring the alarm
Don't stop now
Just be the champion
Work it hard like
It's your profession
Watch out now
Cause here it comes
Here comes the smasher
Here comes the master
Here comes the big beat
Big beat, disaster
No time to quit now
Just try to get it now
Pick up what I'm puttin' down
Pick up what I'm puttin' down
You wanna hot body?
You wanna Bugatti?
You wanna Maserati?
You better work bitch
You wanna Lamborghini?
Sippin' Martinis?
Look hot in a bikini?
You better work bitch
You wanna live fancy?
Live in a big mansion?
Party in France?
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
Now get to work bitch
(ahhh)
Now get to work bitch
(ahhh)
Break it up
Break it down
See me comin'
You can hear my sound
Tell somebody
In your town
Spread the word
Spread the word
Go call the police
Go call the governor
I bring the treble
Don't mean to trouble ya'
I make the bubble up
Call me the bubbler
I am the bad bitch
The bitch that you'll never know
Hold your head high
Fingers to the sky
They gonna try to try ya
But they can't deny ya
Keep it floating higher and higher
Keep it floating g higher and higher
So hold your head high
Fingers to the sky
Now they don't believe ya
But they gonna need ya
Keep it floating higher and higher
Keep it floating higher and higher and higher
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work it out, work it out, work it out
Work it out, work it out, work it out
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You wanna…
You wanna hot body?
You wanna Bugatti?
You wanna Maserati?
You better work bitch
You wanna Lamborghini?
Sippin' Martinis?
Look hot in a bikini?
You better work bitch
You wanna live fancy?
Live in a big mansion?
Party in France?
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
Now get to work bitch
(ahhh)
Now get to work bitch
(ahhh)
Bring it on
Ring the alarm
Don't stop now
Just be the champion
Work it hard like
It's your profession
Watch out now
Cause here it comes
Here comes the smasher
Here comes the master
Here comes the big beat
Big beat, disaster
No time to quit now
Just try to get it now
Pick up what I'm puttin' down
Pick up what I'm puttin' down
You wanna hot body?
You wanna Bugatti?
You wanna Maserati?
You better work bitch
You wanna Lamborghini?
Sippin' Martinis?
Look hot in a bikini?
You better work bitch
You wanna live fancy?
Live in a big mansion?
Party in France?
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
Now get to work bitch
(ahhh)
Now get to work bitch
(ahhh)
Break it up
Break it down
See me comin'
You can hear my sound
Tell somebody
In your town
Spread the word
Spread the word
Go call the police
Go call the governor
I bring the treble
Don't mean to trouble ya'
I make the bubble up
Call me the bubbler
I am the bad bitch
The bitch that you'll never know
Hold your head high
Fingers to the sky
They gonna try to try ya
But they can't deny ya
Keep it floating higher and higher
Keep it floating g higher and higher
So hold your head high
Fingers to the sky
Now they don't believe ya
But they gonna need ya
Keep it floating higher and higher
Keep it floating higher and higher and higher
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work it out, work it out, work it out
Work it out, work it out, work it out
You better work bitch
You better work bitch
Autor tekstu: William Adams, Otto Jettman, Sebastian Ingrosso, Preston, Derek Weintraub, Ruth-Anne Cunningham, Spears.
Ostatnia edycja: CrystalCherry73
