- T.G.i.F. (feat. chip T哈ripper) 歌詞 Kid Cudi
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- Kid Cudi
Knock knock, CuDi open up, its Chip
Gotta kush pack shells and some Henney we could sip
Keep a couple dollas on, give a penny to a *** ****
But Im wit a couple hos who said they really wanna get
Acquainted with some *******s who aint the average *******s
They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a hundred navis, worth a hundred hundred-stacks
I aint gonna stop shoppin till I hit a hundred sacks
Polo thats a given I aint even gotta mention
Candy old-school put you *******s in detention
Slabbed *******s deeped-up tool in the clothes
Im just a young fresh fly fool with some gold
Ay-ay, what it do my dude?
Im living life, dawg, what about you?
And I aint even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez got a ******* sky-high
So Im, watchin my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a ****** * aint high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right, homie, more or less
I gotta thank God Im fresh
Oh, I rearrange faces when I drop
Im super duper Cudi candy-paint the rag-top
Cant nobody even tell me I dont sip em when I lean
But get me to my fans, Im country to the seas
Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up
Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas
Ima say some ******* that make you think I lost my mind
Im the only *** **** that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she wanna be, but she wanna check, though
Dodging and popping pictures like the hos was working with the law
Back in Shaker *******, trynna play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes that I want and give my *******s what is left
I dont know if its the name or the Bape gum bottoms
Keep them on salute them 501s you cant knock em
Use to have the Honda with the thirty-day tags
That was in the past now Im bout to throw em on the Jag
Ay-ay, what it do my dude?
Im living life, dawg, what about you?
And I aint even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez got a ***** ** sky-high
So Im, watchin my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a ******* aint high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right , homie, more or less
I gotta thank God Im fresh
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