Kid Cudi

Kid Cudi - T.G.I.F (with Chip The Ripper) lyrics

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[Chip Tha Ripper]

Knock Knock Cudi open up dis chip

Gotta kush pack shells

And some Henney we could sip

Keep a couple dolla's on

Give a penny to bitch

But I'm wit a couple ho's

Who said they really wanna get

Acquainted with some niggas

Who, ain't the average niggas

They just wanna see why

All they girlfriends be wanting pictures

I be flyer then a hundred naves

Worth a hundred hundred 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 niggas in detention

Slabbed niggas deeped up

Tool in the cloths

I'm just a young fresh fly

Fool with some gold

[Chorus]

Ayyy, what it do my dude

I'm living life dawg what about you

And I ain't even gotta tell a lie

My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high

So I'm, watchin' my moves

From the shoes on the cool

Be damned if a nigga ain't hotable

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less

Gotta thank god I'm fresh

[Kid Cudi]

Oh I rearrange faces when I drop,

I'm super duper Cudi,

Candy paint the rag top

Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin' when I lean

They gimme to my fans,

I'm country till I decease

Please,

I stay up on my creep so to come up

Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas

I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind

I'm the only nigga that could 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 and shaker pictures, trynna play me to the left

Now I pick the hoes that I want,

And give my niggas what is left

I don't know if it's the name or the bake on 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 bout to throw 'em on the JAG

[Chorus]

Ayyy, what it do my dude

I'm living life dawg what about you

And I ain't even gotta tell a lie

My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high

So I'm, watchin' my moves

From the shoes on the cool

Be damned if a nigga ain't hotable

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less

Gotta thank god I'm fresh

We can stop

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