| I switch whips with my homie
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| But zip lips
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| Do my dirt on my lonely
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| Big light, blue bottle, some Vicki she can model
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| And a sack of that Kush, she be on it
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| And a room at the most remote Ramada
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| No credit card info, nada
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| Fresh change of the boxers, slacks and shirt
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| Then Monday morning it’s back to work
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| (Here I go again tryin to)
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| Pre-Chorus
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| Get one off
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| How do I do it
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| And not get caught?
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| Thought I’d cop a pass
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| With the gifts I bought
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| Give my girl everything
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| But what she want
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| I’ma tell my baby I’m sorry
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| I was all caught up in her body
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| So I hit that
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| But as soon as the week starts
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| I’m gonna shake my weekend jumpoff
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| (Can't get enough of my)
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| Weekend jumpoff
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| (Can't get enough of my)
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| Weekend jumpoff
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| Got me on some hide and go freak
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| Got your boy on the creep
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| Got a chick, but she do it for me
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| (Can't get enough of my)
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| Weekend jumpoff
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| (Got my) options on the table
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| Where one lacks, one’s willing and able
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| I make em smile, make em giggle
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| I’m all up in the middle
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| But I can’t do right I gotta play em
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| (Going)
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| Round and round, no stoppin me
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| (Faithful)
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| See I just can’t be it
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| I do my dirt between them sheets
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| Know a nigga need to stop
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| But I’m in too deep
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| (Now here I go again tryin to)
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| Pre-Chorus
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| The question is when she gonna ask me where do I be (where I be)
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| Cause when the weekend comes she don’t know where to find me
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| Basically I give her
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| One (more lie)
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| One (more plan)
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| Think of one more way
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| To make a way to my
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| Weekend jumpoff
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| (Clutch) |