Lyrics:
We've been gettin' beat up by this ol' life,
Seems all we got left is Friday and Saturday night
And sometimes Sunday if Monday is a holiday.
I
Its a whole new day now
Gotta make a way
Maraca maraca
You know Im gone make that shit shake
Smoke clear the room when I slide
Take you on a wild
in it for the green, hoe! (Huh? Iy iy iy!)
Bash yo skull, 'wit maracas
Leave you dizzy, like bachata (Ba)
And we pull up, to yo casa
'Wit the glizzy,
You onat Henny popn ochea fossil
She shack that thang like ole girl problem
Maracas mu fasta and fasta
OHw i think a got a problem
I sprung out calla
Seem like lately, aye Shit turn to maraca shit get shaky, aye
Aviate, rolling up my ganja wakey bakey 'til my paper straight
Ima make a dollar it
girl, let's go to Spain
She tryin' to dance, I told her, shake it and salsa like I play the maracas
I got guac and biggie with parmesan and peppers, ice
gone let go
By the end of the week
With a little bit of love
A little bit of love
We ain’t getting any younger
But these days are lasting longer with
those nights 7 Eleven
By the skatepark trying to numb away the depression
At abandoned house parties and we're running from the cops
But the fun was
goin off the deep end
I'm finna go fuck on your friend, we'll be back by the weekend
I mean shit, we could stay a couple extra days
In the coupe, smoking
your lap
Like is you comin' home?
Is you out with her?
I don't care long as you here by
Ten thirty, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I
wondering maybe, possibly, say it again
Maybe could we get together this weekend
I still remember the way you felt
The way you smelled and the sexy way
Yeah
I?m sitting here and all that's on my mind,
Are these thoughts of you of you,
I?m wishing that the time would just fly by Whoa oh,
Cause even
she she teasing
I Get 'Er Done by the Weekend
Word to Jay I'll Get 'Er Done by the weekend
Months pass by
We not speaking
She was running round
entrance.
Shaking up the bottle like she's paying the maracas.
Says she's high and she's restless.
He puts something on the stereo. It sounds like it's
it's coming from
Grab your guitar or your maracas
Or play with me on your wooden drum
It's no happy birthday, but it's my way
Maybe one day you'll
hangin by ur self so I know ur leavin solo
Talkin about u see me at the club every weekend talkin about u know me from back in the days u must be tweakin
Bitches stop and stare
Calm ya thoughts, relax ya mind
Meet me by the kitchen
I'll freak you on the counter
We can party
On the weekend, shawty (shawty)
We
you out with her?
I don't care long as you're here by 10:30
No later than, drop them drawers
Give me what I want
My man is my man is your man
Celebrate the night by trying to stay alive
Have another weekend
Time is going to have to die
Celebrate the night by trying to stay alive
Have another weekend
lights
She's coming to get fucked up right
She knew I'm not the one for life
So she's leaving by the end of the night
She's coming for the weekend lights
before the weekend
Just another day
Just another day, before the weekend
Just another day
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Day by day it's
get it a little something for the weekend?
Sun is shining, you're looking fly
All my problems passing me by
The only world I know's to live like
get it off my mind
The weekend is over, the lights have left me by
The weekend is over and I just can't get it off mind
The weekend is over the lights
get it off my mind
The weekend is over, the lights have left me by
The weekend is over and I just can't get it off mind
The weekend is over the lights
Discuss these maracas by the weekend Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In