T.G.I.F. Lyrics

Verse 1:
Knock Knock cudi open up dis chip Gotta kush pack shells And some henni we could sip Keep a couple dolla's on Give a penny to bitch But im wit a couple ho's Who said they really wanna get Aquainted with some nigga's Who, ain't the average nigga's They just wanna see why All they girlfriends be wanting pictures I be flyer then a hundred navs Worth a hundred hundrend stacks I ain't gonna stop shoppin Till i hit a hundred sacks Although that's a given I ain't even gotta mint chain Candy old school Put you nigga's in detention Slabbed nigga's deeped up Tool in the cloths I'm just a young fresh fly Fool wit some gold

CHORUS:
Ayyy, what it do my dude I'm livin life dawg what about you And i ain't even gatta tell a lie My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a nigga aint high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gatta thank god I'm fresh
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Verse 2:
Oh I rearrange faces when I drop, I'm super duper cudi, Candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean They gimme to my fans, I'm country till I decease Pleaseee, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gatta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe But she wanna check though Dodging and popping pictures, Like the hoes was working with the law Back and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left Now I pick the hoes that I want, And give my niggas what is left I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's You can't knock em Use ta have the honda with the 30 day tags That was in the past NOW I'm finna throw em on the JAG
CHORUS:
Ayyy, what it do my dude I'm livin life dawg what about you And ine even gatta tell a lie My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin my moves From the shoes on the cool Be Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gatta thank god I'm fresh