| Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit
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| So many up the road, some young jits
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| Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
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| Pay two hundred for a young bitch
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| First stolen car, it’s stick shift
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| Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
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| Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
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| It’s money on his head, he gon' tag that first
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| First third, watchin' out for the checks
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| I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
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| Wonder where the bricks at
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| Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
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| He don’t play no games, nigga get back
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| And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
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| Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at
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| And I’m keepin' smoke, nigga you get that
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| It’s pay one, hey one, share no teardrop, young nigga get 'em ink
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| Ready that ho from home gon' pull up, suck a nigga dick for some pink
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| Lil bald head bitch, all she wanna do is eat, might Tink that bitch to sleep
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| All the young niggas in the hood wanna shoot somethin' just like Pistol Pete
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| Project baby shootin' shit like the Navy
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| Swear everything, we hit the pawn shop, start a gun shop
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| Fuck school, we was scorin' the P block
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| Now that my parents want dress out
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| Remember them feds had it flat like Best Buy
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| Past them scroll like left eye
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| If we ever had smoke, can’t high five
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| Dice game Bill got killed tryna snake eye
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| And we done made out some in the drive by, nigga try to turn to a homicide
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| Smoke came through with the cape, told mama I’m still thinkin' outside
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| Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit
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| So many up the road, some young jits
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| Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
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| Pay two hundred for a young bitch
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| First stolen car, it’s stick shift
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| Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
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| Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
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| It’s money on his head, he gon' tag that first
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| First third, watchin' out for the checks
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| I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
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| Wonder where the bricks at
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| Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
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| He don’t play no games, nigga get back
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| And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
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| Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at
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| And I’m keepin' smoke, nigga you get that
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| Nigga done got me started
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| Cold heart nigga, I’m heartless
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| And a nigga say he want them problems, grabbin' the carbon
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| Had Tweety put an eight on the carbon, nigga wanna bargain
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| And when problems get hot we solve 'em
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| And the kids said them my revolver, lil one there heartless
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| And that beast shit, nigga we eat it, mission completed
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| And we don’t worry 'bout bodies, we beat 'em
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| A grim reaper with a heater, I been still kickin' that ether for them people
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| And I let them J’s scrape the extras off that beaker
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| Bad bitch in love with me but no I don’t need her
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| Don’t wanna feed her
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| Tuesday to Thursday, watchin' out for the hit
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| So many up the road, some young jits
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| Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
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| Pay two hundred for a young bitch
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| First stolen car, it’s stick shift
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| Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
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| Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
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| It’s money on his head, he gon' tag that first
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| First third, watchin' out for the checks
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| I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
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| Wonder where the bricks at
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| Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
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| He don’t play no games, nigga get back
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| And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
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| Blowin' big gas, nigga where the zips at
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| And I’m keepin' smoke, nigga you get that, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tuesday & Thursday , by - Marlo. Song from the album 9th Ward God, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп