T.G.I.F.(Album Version (Edited)) feat. Chip Tha Ripper

歌詞

(thank God I'm fresh) [Verse 1, Chip Tha Ripper] Knock Knock cudi open up dis chip Gotta kush pack shells And some henni we could sip Keep a couple dolla's on Give a penny to bitch But im wit a couple ho's Who said they really wanna get Aquainted with some nigga's Who, ain't the average nigga's They just wanna see why All they girlfriends be wanting pictures I be flyer then a hundred navs Worth a hundred hundrend stacks I ain't gonna stop shoppin Till I hit a hundred sacks Although that's a given I ain't even gotta mint chain Candy old school Put you nigga's in detention Slabbed nigga's deeped up Tool in the cloths I'm just a young fresh fly Fool wit some gold Hey, hey, what it do my dude I'm livin' life dawg what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool beat Damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gotta thank God I'm fresh [Verse 2, KiD CuDi] Oh I rearrange faces when I drop, I'm super duper cudi, Candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin when I lean Forgive me to my fans, I'm country till decease Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'mma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only nigga that can watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe But she wanna check though Dodging and popping pictures, Like the hoes was working with the law Back in Shaker bitches tried 'ta play me to the left Now I pick the hoes I want, And give my niggas what is left I don't know if it's the name or the bape gum bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's You can't knock em Use ta have the Honda with the 30 day tags That was in the past Now I'm finna throw 'em on the Jag Hey, hey, what it do my dude I'm livin' life dawg what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool beat Damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homey more or less Gotta thank God I'm fresh (oh, hey) Cleveland style