do it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud [Verse 2] Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost Who the boss, flossin is applesauce Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday
up ounce by ounce Look out, Thursday mornin' The vultures come and go Faster still but desperate to go Shortwave, soul creep Shortwave! Soul creep! Soul swept underneath me 1, 2, 3, 4
Broke And Hungry Trk 4 3:08 Walter Davis (Walter Davis) with Roosevelt Sykes (Willie Kelly) piano Hotel Sinton, Cininnati, Ohio Thursday June 12, 1930
it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud [Verse 2] Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost Who the boss, flossin is applesauce Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday
Monday Tuesday Wednesday PARTY Thursday Friday Saturday PARTY Sunday better find somebody else So one for one day I don't have to clean up after myself
[Verse 5: Fabo Of D4l] All My Gangsta's, All My Thugs, They Shit On You, You Fuck Em Up, D4l Aint All I Trust You ,Shittin Me, Thats All My Luv, They
do Anything to attract them hoes (check them out) Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin up them 4's This how it goes You by the club swerve
got a nigga feeling (Ain't even goin to lie this drank gots me feeling Like I'm walking on the sky) [Verse 1:] Ya'll would think that with 3 felony cases
, every day you were stranger Monday ? fun day, Tuesday ? booze day Wednesday slagging me off to your friends-day Thursday, oy, fuck Thursday Called
had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back [Verse 3] I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday
) I I I put on a show(got the music cut up loud with my hand out da window, betta getcha girl cus I'm finna go get her) I I I put on a show [x3] [Strap
for you So may you never wait for it 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Monday 8 pm Tuesday 9 pm Wednesday 10 pm Thursday 9 pm Friday 10 pm Midnight Saturday
are too familiar with the 6/4s My nigger I'm too dope And I ain't tricking before ... praying to God, take you in my car Monday to Thursday you ain't
My Daddy [Verse 5: Fabo Of D4l] All My Gangsta's, All My Thugs, They Shit On You, You Fuck Em Up, D4l Aint All I Trust You ,Shittin Me, Thats All My
words Set off a chain reaction like I?d never seen I was shakin? in my boots When she lit the fuse I was blown to smithereens 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, It hit me