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Tuesday & Thursday Lyrics - Artist : Marlo
[Intro:]
Cook that shit up Quay [Rylo Rodriguez:] Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit So many up the road, some young jits Hood nigga, hide him in a convict Pay two hundred for a young bitch First stolen car, it's stick shift Me and Lil Duke ain't call no Lyft Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here It's money on his head, he gon' tag that first [Marlo:] First third, watchin' out for the checks I'm still at nigga's neck with a big TEC Wonder where the bricks at Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked He don't play no games, nigga get back And I'm strapped right now in the kick back Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at And I'm keepin' smoke, nigga you get that [Rylo Rodriguez:] It's pay one, hey one, share no teardrop, young nigga get 'em ink Ready that ho from home gon' pull up, suck a nigga dick for some pink Lil bald head bitch, all she wanna do is eat, might Tink that bitch to sleep All the young niggas in the hood wanna shoot somethin' just like Pistol Pete Project baby shootin' shit like the Navy Swear everything, we hit the pawn shop, start a gun shop Fuck school, we was scorin' the P block Now that my parents want dress out Remember them feds had it flat like Best Buy Past them scroll like left eye If we ever had smoke, can't high five Dice game Bill got killed tryna snake eye And we done made out some in the drive by, nigga try to turn to a homicide Smoke came through with the cape, told mama I'm still thinkin' outside [Rylo Rodriguez:] Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit So many up the road, some young jits Hood nigga, hide him in a convict Pay two hundred for a young bitch First stolen car, it's stick shift Me and Lil Duke ain't call no Lyft Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here It's money on his head, he gon' tag that first [Marlo:] First third, watchin' out for the checks I'm still at nigga's neck with a big TEC Wonder where the bricks at Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked He don't play no games, nigga get back And I'm strapped right now in the kick back Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at And I'm keepin' smoke, nigga you get that Nigga done got me started Cold heart nigga, I'm heartless And a nigga say he want them problems, grabbin' the carbon Had Tweety put an eight on the carbon, nigga wanna bargain And when problems get hot we solve 'em And the kids said them my revolver, lil one there heartless And that beast shit, nigga we eat it, mission completed And we don't worry 'bout bodies, we beat 'em A grim reaper with a heater, I been still kickin' that ether for them people And I let them J's scrape the extras off that beaker Bad bitch in love with me but no I don't need her Don't wanna feed her [Rylo Rodriguez:] Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit So many up the road, some young jits Hood nigga, hide him in a convict Pay two hundred for a young bitch First stolen car, it's stick shift Me and Lil Duke ain't call no Lyft Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here It's money on his head, he gon' tag that first [Marlo:] First third, watchin' out for the checks I'm still at nigga's neck with a big TEC Wonder where the bricks at Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked He don't play no games, nigga get back And I'm strapped right now in the kick back Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at And I'm keepin' smoke, nigga you get that, yeah |
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