Lyrics:
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
Daddy says I’m hungry everybody find your place
Just like every Sunday we begin by saying grace
Heads bowed down - hands joined round
Sunday supper with
in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our
with
Larry and Joanne Drop by any time...
Bobby, dear, it's none of my business... Lookit pal, I have to work
Thursday evening...
Darling, you've
On to the next like an update
Then I get on to the best one upgrade
Man I go hard, from the Monday to Sunday
Yeah I'm so on, when the money comes in
verbal so you cant be in my circle black you eyes until its purple cursing me I called reversal
cover art on main source powered by the g force blowing gup
Die G dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick
Biggie Smalls with the Wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggas split like bananas
Flavour like
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
to be just a commodity
I'm smarter G
This is my life, and my soul not just a job to me
It's the truest part of me
Fans now mobbing me
Fake friends
your moms you'll be back by the Monday
Suns out we don't care what the sun say
We be at it all night like a Friday
Pull up to my place on a Sunday
Tell
G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck
flew by
Over sea-ing (overseeing) like a thot, thot
Blue Nectar on her tongue
She was bussin' out straight shots
Sativa in the lungs
And, and now it's
Cleopatra (ya ya, hey)
Ain't no need to ask she's a slave to the money and I'm the master
That's why I smoke Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday
than the Isleys, I'm high G
I'm holdin' it down for the be-Rrrah-I-see
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you're riding around
mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G
I'm holdin' it down for the be-Rrrah-I-see
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you're
Young
Young
Young
Young Z
Monday to Sunday we up
Remember they didn't believe us
I hit my plug for the re up
I wanna smoke on the reefa
My bitch she
everything that I want
Everything That need
Chick-Fil-A sauce so good
Like it was made by G.O.D
You're the best restaurant in the world
If it were legal I'd
Pretty girl screamin', grab on Sunday
Tuesday is a good day
Tuesday, good day
Girl, I'ma spend that one day
Tuesday is a good day
Girl, come around
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
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