weiland – week lyrics
gin$eng, hehe!
[hook]
free bands, yeah, i run that check up in a week
yeah, his b-tch bad, yeah, i know she is a freak
in that h-llcat, all leather on the seat
boy, your pockets thin, you can turn into some wheat
[verse]
blue bands up in these undercover jeans
poison in my cup, yeah, sippin’ on that lean
roadhead, yeah, that b-tch suckin’ on the d
we got beef, you can turn into a slim jim
tesla s and i’m ridin’ with the blue rims
he a stain, i can see right through him
.40 on me and that sh-t goin’, “bim, bim!”
kick your b-tch out if she ain’t givin’ that throat
playin’ with my life, so this .40 i’mma tote
if he want a war, i’mma sink him like a boat
i think she in love, yeah, murder what she wrote
ready for whatever, it say junya on my coat
in love with finesse, yeah, in love with them notes
wanna last forever, yeah, tryna be a quote
yeah, yeah
[hook]
free bands, yeah, i run that check up in a week
free bands, yeah, i run that check up in a week
free bands, yeah, i run that check up in a week
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