Lyrics:
wait 'til the end of the week
When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you
wait 'til the end of the week
When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you
their questions but my memories just too cloudy for
My interview
(What's your name? Rittz bitch, where you from? G-A getting fucked up for)
My
for a interview
She said she's heard stories
And she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the
Mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
So I
a definition of his own early age, and forming his own crew Full-A-Clips
He was able to get noticed from his newly found partner in crime, Fat Joe
Pun
Dollar
I'm early cus minutes, add up to hours that add up to days
That add up to weeks, and every week I gotta get paid
I fight to the finish, I work
one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic
one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic
don't stop, rock it
Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
The boogie to the boogie, the beat
I said, I can't wait 'til the end of the week
I wake up early mornin (Swag), she a week late (Swag)
Child support me (Me), I slap the bitch face (Smack)
I wake up early mornin (Swag), she a week
Every Since the early eighties, purely from Hades
Laverne and Shirley with the rabies
Some dogs must a malled some of ya'll
Taking bites while brewing for
early
Yh I’m 23 not 30
Man can’t bread off me I move dirty
aim that jealousy bet it swerves me
Week by week for years I stayed thirsty
holding the game in
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview
the end of the week
When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you can't speak
this all week
I could do this shit in my sleep
Red bottoms like I murked a nigga with my feet
Dope
Ten bandz in advance just to get it early
Ten bandz in
don't stop, rock it
Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang
The boogie to the boogie, the beat
I said, I can't wait 'til the end of the week
This week is the when I get home
Until you know around 2 in the morning
That's when I'm free right now
The weekend I got the baby sitter which I
in the stones
Im a diamond
But I don't need high end
Good timing
Who's rhyming in the newsroom
signing
I am interview two inner fuel fumes with
Aww man
What time is it
Tough week
Just trynna kick back relax smooth it out
It's payday today right
Just vibe wit me
Right
Waking up early thank
Just woke up
Feeling kinda tired
Got four hours
That's more than I've gotten in a week
Mad headaches
It is way too early
My rent is due
All I got's
on envelopes. He is quoting the rosary prayers
and is now describing his daily personal encounters with Mary,
his guardian. It is interesting. A week ago I
Niggas got a tracking device on your car
They know where the fuck you
Been goin' all week
You left two birds at your grandma house
There's niggas ready
the right and left
I dunno, I dunno, I dunno
When they ask in the interview room, I dunno (I don't know)
How many gyal in the room? I dunno (ayy)
Is that
a saint all week
I was a devil on Saturday
And a zombie on Sunday
I was a saint all week
I was a saint all week
On Monday and Tuesday I slept early
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