TGIF Lyrics

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 beat

Damned if a nigga aint hotable

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less

Gatta thank god I'm fresh



V1

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'm the? 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 beat

Damned if a nigga aint hotable

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less

Gatta thank god I'm fresh