Tuesday Thru Sunday - Howdy (Tuesday) lyrics
[Tuesday Thru Sunday - Howdy Tuesday lyrics]
Oh so you just thought we was
Up here just shopping and bullshitting?
Tuesday Thru Sunday, OBP
I got bodies in my whip mommies on my dick
I'm smiling when you spot me servin'
By you on the strip
You can't define me by my problems
I don't do drugs I'm just always around them
I'm playing I brought them
I'm never without them
I let my bitch hold em' it's not my problem
Shit, what you think this is
Man? I don't know
Don't ever catch me in no photo
Without no wardrobe unless them Polo
And that's basic in the least bit
Never tell a bitch no secret
Keep that shit to myself cause they take
It all as a sign of weakness
But yo I got a black girl
And her hair look Indian
Right, nigga pitch black but my dashboard
Lighting up our date night nigga
Reserve store button down, pussy no polo
Love my style now later she want a photo
Savage life hoes
Gold mouth and I got that fire
And I fuck her limbs off
So assembly's required she give me that X-O
Cup of X oh man she love this
Text a X-O to the one I'm fuckin' with
Cause her mouth is shit hug kiss lil bitch
Yeah this my cup, that's my dro this my sip
I cut that ho, button that O
Stunt like this, I'm bout that life bitch
You ain't bout shit you getting it in on the
Strip from another nigga
See, see I'm one trill nigga
Mishka fuck that Hilfiger
No thong under them leggings so now
Your girl got my attention
I Allen Iverson your questions
And that Vapex as my breathmints
And I'm Paul Pierce to that false shit
So for now my answer's pending
Black pearl in my gauges
Jack Sparrow when I kill this shit
At my Ex spot
Put my gold in her treasure chest
I cop a bottle, fuck a model
Keep the substances controlled
Got em' in my crib fucking up
The decor in my home
Yeah that's what's up cause this my shit
We get it on, Grey Poupon straight bomb
White Widow from the ghetto in the
Middle of a palm leaf
We got bonged out, cause this my crib
Were Desmond hit the bong
When you chiefing straight resin and you know
That you'll be feeling like a zombie
Bow to my presence
I'll bring that fucking mojo to your
Crib like I was Santa Clause
And we still don't got no manager
Catch me scheming on a camel toe
Piff and me, I puff a bleez
And then I be thinking up this shit
Like it took no energy
Then I say "fuck my enemies"
Now this my cup, and this my bitch
Now that's your bitch
And I'mma take that shit
And that's my broad
You spending all that grip i'm just saying
Get your mother fucking money up
This is for the kids I
Bought bottles in the club
They only shake my hand when
They know I'm pourin' up
The girls just want to fuck and they
Just want to get fucked up
They know we going stupid and
They boyfriend is useless
Yeah, this is for the kids I
Bought bottles in the club
They only shake my hand when
They know I'm pourin' up
And they girls want to fuck and they
Just want to get fucked up
Cause our presence going stupid
And they boyfriend is useless little bitch
Up here just shopping and bullshitting?
Tuesday Thru Sunday, OBP
I got bodies in my whip mommies on my dick
I'm smiling when you spot me servin'
By you on the strip
You can't define me by my problems
I don't do drugs I'm just always around them
I'm playing I brought them
I'm never without them
I let my bitch hold em' it's not my problem
Shit, what you think this is
Man? I don't know
Don't ever catch me in no photo
Without no wardrobe unless them Polo
And that's basic in the least bit
Never tell a bitch no secret
Keep that shit to myself cause they take
It all as a sign of weakness
But yo I got a black girl
And her hair look Indian
Right, nigga pitch black but my dashboard
Lighting up our date night nigga
Reserve store button down, pussy no polo
Love my style now later she want a photo
Savage life hoes
Gold mouth and I got that fire
And I fuck her limbs off
So assembly's required she give me that X-O
Cup of X oh man she love this
Text a X-O to the one I'm fuckin' with
Cause her mouth is shit hug kiss lil bitch
Yeah this my cup, that's my dro this my sip
I cut that ho, button that O
Stunt like this, I'm bout that life bitch
You ain't bout shit you getting it in on the
Strip from another nigga
See, see I'm one trill nigga
Mishka fuck that Hilfiger
No thong under them leggings so now
Your girl got my attention
I Allen Iverson your questions
And that Vapex as my breathmints
And I'm Paul Pierce to that false shit
So for now my answer's pending
Black pearl in my gauges
Jack Sparrow when I kill this shit
At my Ex spot
Put my gold in her treasure chest
I cop a bottle, fuck a model
Keep the substances controlled
Got em' in my crib fucking up
The decor in my home
Yeah that's what's up cause this my shit
We get it on, Grey Poupon straight bomb
White Widow from the ghetto in the
Middle of a palm leaf
We got bonged out, cause this my crib
Were Desmond hit the bong
When you chiefing straight resin and you know
That you'll be feeling like a zombie
Bow to my presence
I'll bring that fucking mojo to your
Crib like I was Santa Clause
And we still don't got no manager
Catch me scheming on a camel toe
Piff and me, I puff a bleez
And then I be thinking up this shit
Like it took no energy
Then I say "fuck my enemies"
Now this my cup, and this my bitch
Now that's your bitch
And I'mma take that shit
And that's my broad
You spending all that grip i'm just saying
Get your mother fucking money up
This is for the kids I
Bought bottles in the club
They only shake my hand when
They know I'm pourin' up
The girls just want to fuck and they
Just want to get fucked up
They know we going stupid and
They boyfriend is useless
Yeah, this is for the kids I
Bought bottles in the club
They only shake my hand when
They know I'm pourin' up
And they girls want to fuck and they
Just want to get fucked up
Cause our presence going stupid
And they boyfriend is useless little bitch