KID CUDI (f/ Chip tha Ripper) LYRICS

T.G.I.F.


[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 

[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 bout to 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

            

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