Lyrics:
will set up somethin' for the weekend
So stop dreamin'
I already got my share of demons
If I leave you swear I won’t be tweakin'
Have another shorty by
I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds (nigga)
Live up to my words, if I got beef, niggas comin' in herds (nigga)
We flush
Everytime I feel I'm drowning in the deep end
You come around make me feel like its the weekend
Man I been working twenty-four seven
Three jobs huh,
everything said she was lesbian
Her name was Ellen DeGeneres, I'm just a thespian
My sense of humor's like a PT Cruiser
Ugly, but still kills like freddy
Workin' on the weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much
Haven't done my taxes, I
Niggas tryna ride the wave
Match what I do
Shawdy said she wanna leave me
I let her go
Everyday is like the weekend around me
You flex like you want
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
to live your life, boy you bakin
[T-Mo]
Bitch I'm a runnin all through you, you's a PT nigga
Cause we run with TRU niggas, all about them dollar
She be spoiled by me ballin'!
Like New York and maybe this my new store
And yes! I have found it for you!
So catch me and my new heart!
Uh it's
been geeking
Because I feel like PT
She’s the Queen B, then I’m Jay Z
Where I'm at
Honestly, can't do it daily
I’ve been packed
I could keep on running
'm driving there today
And I really am this afraid,
God is love
And love will never fail me.
Some birds I know are moving on this weekend.
Some birds I
Yeah, uh (sun in the sky, you know how I feel)
me and the RZA connect (breeze driftin' on by)
Yeah, me and the RZA connect (breeze driftin' on by
insecure
I hate myself inside
I know you see my fear
You say were friends
But kiss me by the weekend
Your so indecisive
Cause soon you'll do it all again
I
since we teamed up
Told her we should link I been thinking
There’s a party next door this weekend
What you been drinking?
The birds and the bees they
the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,
on my bitch, cause I had a play hit me
Brodie got them birds in like he a Chick-fil-A with it
Just like the letter after J, just know I keep a K with me
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
Don't touch that dial
These rappers tunin' into my style
I'm turning into some vile
Human beings eating bile from a corpse
Larry Bird
Woahh
Yeah
Ooooo oooo ooo
Yeah
Lil bird a magician
I fuck on that bitch do a magic trick
I fuck on that bitch she ain't average
I fuck on that bitch
Never had a silver spoon
Never had the time to choose
7 Colors on the weekend
Got me wishing for the weekend
A simple life is. All I want
Never
Brought a pt on a pj', It was gone soon we landed
And this bird keep blowin' my phone up, swear to god I cannot stand it
These hoes goin' for nothing that's
Birds in the trap
Sell it by the sac
Baby mama doing drugs in the moshpit
Wanna fly my dick
She in the cockpit
100 on the dash ain no stoppin
Wakin
natural
The Birds and the Bees
Are being destroyed
By the neonicontinoids
They're all, our friends
Who will pollinate the flowers
Our crops, and the land!?
this rap game like I'm a Cherokee
You should quit with your heresy
Your persona a parody
Fuck a parrot, you parakeet
Yeah, bird boys I hear you caw,
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