Lyrics:
with the movement, I'mma make your mind go
Woah
Wicked for the weekend, all season
Breathing where the weed smoke be leaking
Heathens, cultivate
inside my brain
it's playing wicked games
I'm about to hangup,
call you back later
I don't know why i've been running high on autopilot
If I keep waiting
Outside with my niggas
On the weekend
1942 bitches drinking getting wasted
Never backing down
From a beef we ain't vegan
I just hit a baddie
Don't
Hitting the nightclub to check out some blues
Swing by the disco to kick up our shoes
Under the ball of glittering light
Sweating with you through night
wrong
I don't think I'm slick nor do I play like I'm hard
But I shall drive the lane like I was evan bernhard
And I've working on my game because life
the e-a-z-why e
Now, early in the mornin I awake
Thinkin about these dead fool's life that I had to take
Frontin on a true name I peep game at point blank
kiddo? You're line was busy
Bobby
Fella
Bobby
Sweetie
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home
Seems like weeks since we Bobby,
That girl off the molly you know that she tweakin
By the end of the night end up geekin
I make it my mission to ball on the weekend
I Take a trip
The weekend's here, so now it's game on
I've been working on today
But it's the weekend starts today
And I'm a-sleepin' for change
I'll be home soon, I'm
out after dark
You've got to be home by 8
Nothing but weekend dates
Summer's almost at an end
It's back to your pencil and pen
Because you're on your
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
to thinking
That's the shit that I would miss
Who do I love and
Who do I leave and
Who do I choose to trust and believe in
I hate the wicked games you play
for the merchant and his help for sale
Blades to cut wicked flesh
On a merchantman he counts his money
Then he sails away
The sea he'll cruise is
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
was just a twisted game
And now I know your wicked name
You're the devil in disguise
With your heart of ice and your cold, cold lies
You took my love
[Chorus 2x]
At night I think of you (Dipset)
I want to be your lady, baby
If your game is on, give me a call Boo (call me up)
If your love is strong,
Decades ago every weekend
Crammed on the couch laughing with friends
Party and Kart, days Smashed away
Echoes of echoes, drowned in delay
Next
my name to blame and shame
By the wicked things you say and do to get me out of you
Your head won't get any rest but mine's full of shit I said
But two
the summer in the winter, aw yeah
It feel like summer in the winter
It feel like I hit the game winner
I went from a bucket to a Bentley
And now I'm
you got 10 mill
I shine so bright I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll find ya
It's a motherfuckin shame
My dominance to this game
I live for gun smoke aroma
take you down
The Weekend
Hit me on the
Hit me on the
I'm on that rap flow 90s R&B sh*t
Type to pull up to your crib and sneaky link it
Get that blind
impossible it seems, this is the way to decrown the king
Trampled by the fate
Unchosen by our destiny
Successor left to no avail
Endless is the game
sleeping on the angle and wit huh
Yo
So that's it huh
I guess I didn't stick to the script huh
No
On the wicked, precious, face of the game I be looking like
Struck by lightning ‘cause you’re wishing in the well
Wicked rays of sun from living in hell
How many ages am I missing?
What are the chances of this
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