Tuesday Thru Sunday - Feel It (Wednesday) lyrics
[Tuesday Thru Sunday - Feel It Wednesday lyrics]
I ain't with my girl no more
I just wasn't really in love with her
Plus, shit just wasn't working out so
I broke up with her met a new girl & I'm
Really tryna fuck with her my ex girl
I ain't even tryna make it up to her
Another one comes & I forget that
I was just in love
So I don't know if I should hit
It & move onto another one nosebleed flow
Hold your head up & cock it
Cause I ain't tryna stay up
On that girlfriend topic
I'mma blow it off quick
Hook her on a long stick
I'm talkin' bout your girl & the
Way that she's on this sun's going down
Smokin' blunts on the balcony
I know that she's feeling me because
She's going down on me
White bath robes, Mos tribes, as in Mosley
Yacht boat parked outside by
The docking thing we be living life
Like we ain't even living in
Bright smile lifestyle spirit in a pyramid
And I don't give a fuck
You can take his keys &
Give him back his love
Got Remy Martin spilled on my rug
Cause you can't get enough
Come close lemme touch
Just take one more sip & I promise you gonn
Take one more
But you in love with him
I know you ain't say you don't
Give a fuck bout him my house
Telling him you at your homegirl crib
Eyes lower than a bitch, you know you a trip
Just gimme one more kiss & I promise you gonn
Just one more kiss
It feels like it's been forever and
I don't really know where you been
Nor do I give a shit
I'm just glad you sitting in my bed
Notice you ain't laying
But at least you ain't out
Chilling with that kid
That you been kicking it with, lately
Its just a young thief, Robb Bank$
Just another day for me
Knots crumbled in them chinos
So your bitch gonn pay for me
Cool greys, purple drank
Real niggas that never played pussy
Shawty in the black lace gimme
That Sasha Grey pussy
But mostly that's a front
Next to me being blunt
Telling you what I want we all tryna stunt
Take your bitch out to lunch
Candle light, talkin' bout her thoughts
Somewhere you can't pronunce
I just wish we could talk more
Joint roaches in my car door
Remove the smell with your Carte Noire
& I can take that pain away
If you just kiss me
Sexual frustrations, gritty
Morals lost, in sheets read her tattoos
Gain her trust, once you lay with her
Shoot her with my Golden Gun
Inhale smoke when I bangin' it
My prototype runnin' haywire
Keep em so spoiled
Doing things with creams & oils
To make your whole
My dogs say we gon be rich one day
But you work to 12 on monday
So we keep you from your man
From Tuesday Thru Sunday
And I don't give a fuck
You can take his keys &
Give him back his love
Got Remy Martin spilled on my rug
Cause you can't get enough
Come close lemme touch
Just take one sip & I promise you gonn
Take one more
But you in love with him
I know you say you don't give a fuck bout him
My house
Telling him you at your homegirl crib
Eyes lower than a bitch
He'd calling you a trip
Just gimme one more kiss & I promise you gonn
Just one more kiss
It feels like it's been forever and
I don't really know where you been
Nor do I give a shit
I'm just glad you sitting in my bed
Notice you ain't laying
But at least you ain't out
Chilling with that kid
That you been kicking it with, lately
I just wasn't really in love with her
Plus, shit just wasn't working out so
I broke up with her met a new girl & I'm
Really tryna fuck with her my ex girl
I ain't even tryna make it up to her
Another one comes & I forget that
I was just in love
So I don't know if I should hit
It & move onto another one nosebleed flow
Hold your head up & cock it
Cause I ain't tryna stay up
On that girlfriend topic
I'mma blow it off quick
Hook her on a long stick
I'm talkin' bout your girl & the
Way that she's on this sun's going down
Smokin' blunts on the balcony
I know that she's feeling me because
She's going down on me
White bath robes, Mos tribes, as in Mosley
Yacht boat parked outside by
The docking thing we be living life
Like we ain't even living in
Bright smile lifestyle spirit in a pyramid
And I don't give a fuck
You can take his keys &
Give him back his love
Got Remy Martin spilled on my rug
Cause you can't get enough
Come close lemme touch
Just take one more sip & I promise you gonn
Take one more
But you in love with him
I know you ain't say you don't
Give a fuck bout him my house
Telling him you at your homegirl crib
Eyes lower than a bitch, you know you a trip
Just gimme one more kiss & I promise you gonn
Just one more kiss
It feels like it's been forever and
I don't really know where you been
Nor do I give a shit
I'm just glad you sitting in my bed
Notice you ain't laying
But at least you ain't out
Chilling with that kid
That you been kicking it with, lately
Its just a young thief, Robb Bank$
Just another day for me
Knots crumbled in them chinos
So your bitch gonn pay for me
Cool greys, purple drank
Real niggas that never played pussy
Shawty in the black lace gimme
That Sasha Grey pussy
But mostly that's a front
Next to me being blunt
Telling you what I want we all tryna stunt
Take your bitch out to lunch
Candle light, talkin' bout her thoughts
Somewhere you can't pronunce
I just wish we could talk more
Joint roaches in my car door
Remove the smell with your Carte Noire
& I can take that pain away
If you just kiss me
Sexual frustrations, gritty
Morals lost, in sheets read her tattoos
Gain her trust, once you lay with her
Shoot her with my Golden Gun
Inhale smoke when I bangin' it
My prototype runnin' haywire
Keep em so spoiled
Doing things with creams & oils
To make your whole
My dogs say we gon be rich one day
But you work to 12 on monday
So we keep you from your man
From Tuesday Thru Sunday
And I don't give a fuck
You can take his keys &
Give him back his love
Got Remy Martin spilled on my rug
Cause you can't get enough
Come close lemme touch
Just take one sip & I promise you gonn
Take one more
But you in love with him
I know you say you don't give a fuck bout him
My house
Telling him you at your homegirl crib
Eyes lower than a bitch
He'd calling you a trip
Just gimme one more kiss & I promise you gonn
Just one more kiss
It feels like it's been forever and
I don't really know where you been
Nor do I give a shit
I'm just glad you sitting in my bed
Notice you ain't laying
But at least you ain't out
Chilling with that kid
That you been kicking it with, lately