Lyrics:
Yu-Gi-Oh cards, try no nut in the sheets
Not aroused by ass, tits and not even feet
Day 1, I stay awake 24/7 hours every week
Day 2, I can now float, no need
through da scurriest streets
I keep ma ear 2 da streets
N I ain't scared of police
Lord knows dat I got various beefs
So cud you pray 4 da week
You kno
I could have sat alone instead of scrolling on our
You're ordinarily ordinary to every fellow's eye
Five out of seven nights last week read 'I can't
bustin' like a motherfucker in this presidential suite
With two bad bitches, I ain't gonna give a fuck about next week
[Chorus]
Bitches, bitches,
are the days of the week that go
Seven angels in heaven , seventy Elders dontcha know
Eight times did you sacrifice with sin crouching at your door
paid off a show
Drippin' this rare, more this VLONE
Hoes by the pair, I'm never alone
Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons
Drop eight in a two
faster
Nigga even grabbed the shovel tried to bury him faster
Next week he at the mall, Rollie on his arm
Two bad bitches with him laughing having
TEC with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day police would place
Where he
for real by the way
One hotel, five star suite
Sun goes down, watch her turn in to a freak
Hundred bad bitches, all I see
Is you, you you you you you
as long
To forget someone, as it does to get to know (you know)
Now I'm twelve weeks in, two years nine months to go
Ooh (yeah)
Ooh (uh)
Remember
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wassup honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
M.A. Parks, C57797, you have a visitor
Right there, stall three
Hi baby.
Wassup honey?
Hey you know it's just only one more week until family
still stroll the avenues
Move and style, louis v roll and travel
Local nigga, you never been to poland have you,
So you couldn't judge me if you was
TEC with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day police would place
Where he
Call me up to the front of the store
So we can talk
I get the feeling, get the feeling that
This is love
And start dating after knowing you
Just two
into the 2 liter, diet right like Michelle
I'm tryna' roll out of this week biting them colorful pills
My shawty a gangster, she wipe her nose whippin'
new gig this week
With foreign accent
Where have you been for the last five years
My Favourite fluffy
Made by home antic boutique
With foreign
clock in
Tellin everyone you
Workin with
That you finna quit
For the last 5 months
On the last 2 years
Way too got damn long
Ain’t no got damn beer
Where
lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin' son fakin in them two G's.
She gon' drop on two knees once she see the belt (huh?)
I'm number one with
It's been one month and two days
We've said those three words
There's so much more to say
Talking every night
Until we see the light
In your arms
You
Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 hotty (woo)
My Mexican bitch treat me like Liberace (yeah)
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep
the thump
And I got 5 yea they with me ready for me to jump
I got 2 middle fingers for the first of the month
I got 3 grams of something I'm about to roll up
When I count the number of spots in a deck of cards
I find 365, the number of days in a year
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year
There
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