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| Saturday, Feburary 3rd, 9:09p.m
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| You better fucking call me back on my cellphone
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| I’m done doing this thing with you, chasing you
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| Until the point where you exhaust me
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| Look what you have already, what the fuck are you doing?
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| I mean do you really want this to be over?
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| Is that what you want?
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| Are you gonna be a happy boy then?
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| Well I guess so, since that’s what you told me
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| So I guess I should just listen to that
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| You better call me soon, cause I’m done chasing you
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| So put the weed on the table and they gon' roll it up
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| Then before we hit the club the house smoke it up
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| I’m getting comments from haters like I’m not old enough
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| Never really spoke enough
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| It’s hard for me to open up
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| I’m harmful and dangerous
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| It’s like I’m partially famous
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| I light two L’s at the studio
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| Spit heat while I’m blazing
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| Shots of vodka no chasers
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| Disregarding the neighbors
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| She wanna spend the night here
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| I’ll make her worries disappear
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| All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
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| Credit card, shoes, we’re weekend millionaires
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| Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we’ll be there
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| Till Monday comes again we’re weekend millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| We get wasted just to pass the time
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| She say she coming down so can I pass the wine
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| We both scared we getting older you
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| She say she think she love me man thats asinine
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| That ass behind
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| Tonight I’m here, tomorrow I’m gone
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| You keep the weed you keep the bong
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| And when you hear my songs girl just sing along
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| Can’t get too close
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| I make hits like Pujols
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| Try rolling me new hoes
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| Shortstop like Tulo
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| All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
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| Credit card, shoes, we’re weekend millionaires
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| Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we’ll be there
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| Till Monday comes again we’re weekend millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| In L. A
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| Lost your morals
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| Lost yourself
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| Hope you make it in NY
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| All alone
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| Hoe depressed
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| Getting faded
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| Drink tonight
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| In the day
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| Gin and tonic
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| Heart keeps breaking
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| Make mistakes
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| Don’t try so hard
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| You can not fake it
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| You just want to be noticed
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| Listen girl i notice you
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| Your camera’s all out of focus
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| And I just live in the moment
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| All the young fools were starving in Bel Air
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| Credit card, shoes, we’re weekend millionaires
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| Just tryna be cool, yeah one day we’ll be there
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| Till Monday comes again we’re weekend millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires
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| Weekend Millionaires |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weekend Millionaire , by - Gang Green. Song from the album Another Case Of Brewtality, in the genre Иностранный рок