T.G.I.F. - Kid Cudi/Chip Tha Ripper.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Scott Mescudi/C. Worth/Kickdrums
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Scott Mescudi/C. Worth/Kickdrums
[00:02.07]
[00:02.23]Knock knock, CuDi open up, it's Chip
[00:04.10]Gotta kush pack shells and some Henney we could sip
[00:06.91]Keep a couple dolla's on, give a penny to a b***h
[00:10.01]But I'm wit a couple ho's who said they really wanna get
[00:13.08]Acquainted with some b*****s who ain't the average b*****s
[00:15.81]They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures
[00:18.57]I be flyer then a hundred navis, worth a hundred hundred-stacks
[00:21.65]I ain't gonna stop shoppin' till I hit a hundred sacks
[00:24.79]Polo that's a given I ain't even gotta mention
[00:27.76]Candy old-school put you b*****s in detention
[00:30.49]Slabbed b*****s deeped-up tool in the clothes
[00:33.46]I'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold
[00:36.51]
[00:36.69]Ay-ay, what it do my dude?
[00:39.58]I'm living life, dawg, what about you?
[00:42.34]And I ain't even gotta tell a lie
[00:44.88]My swag, my steez got a b***h sky-high
[00:47.94]So I'm, watchin' my moves
[00:49.18]From the shoes on the coupe
[00:50.71]Be damned if a b***h ain't high to the roof
[00:53.44]Pimp tight get it right, homie, more or less
[00:56.72]I gotta thank God I'm fresh
[00:59.83]
[01:00.01]Oh, I rearrange faces when I drop
[01:02.29]I'm super duper Cudi candy-paint the rag-top
[01:05.23]Can't nobody even tell me I don't sip 'em when I lean
[01:08.12]But get me to my fans, I'm country to the seas
[01:10.88]Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up
[01:14.11]Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas
[01:16.98]I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind
[01:19.72]I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
[01:22.71]She fine as she wanna be, but she wanna check, though
[01:25.76]Dodging and popping pictures like the ho's was working with the law
[01:28.67]Back in Shaker nigga, trynna play me to the left
[01:31.48]Now I pick the hoes that I want and give my niggas what is left
[01:34.22]I don't know if it's the name or the Bape gum bottoms
[01:37.40]Keep them on salute them 501's you can't knock 'em
[01:40.32]Use to have the Honda with the thirty-day tags
[01:43.10]That was in the past now I'm bout to throw 'em on the Jag
[01:46.10]
[01:46.28]Ay-ay, what it do my dude?
[01:48.88]I'm living life, dawg, what about you?
[01:51.95]And I ain't even gotta tell a lie
[01:54.69]My swag, my steez got a b***h sky-high
[01:57.65]So I'm, watchin' my moves
[01:59.10]From the shoes on the coupe
[02:00.58]Be damned if a b***h ain't high to the roof
[02:03.29]Pimp tight get it right, homie, more or less
[02:06.58]I gotta thank God I'm fresh
[02:09.97]

文本歌词

作词 : Scott Mescudi/C. Worth/Kickdrums
作曲 : Scott Mescudi/C. Worth/Kickdrums

Knock knock, CuDi open up, it's Chip
Gotta kush pack shells and some Henney we could sip
Keep a couple dolla's on, give a penny to a b***h
But I'm wit a couple ho's who said they really wanna get
Acquainted with some b*****s who ain't the average b*****s
They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures
I be flyer then a hundred navis, worth a hundred hundred-stacks
I ain't gonna stop shoppin' till I hit a hundred sacks
Polo that's a given I ain't even gotta mention
Candy old-school put you b*****s in detention
Slabbed b*****s deeped-up tool in the clothes
I'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold

Ay-ay, 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 got a b***h sky-high
So I'm, watchin' my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a b***h ain't high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right, homie, more or less
I gotta thank God I'm fresh

Oh, I rearrange faces when I drop
I'm super duper Cudi candy-paint the rag-top
Can't nobody even tell me I don't sip 'em when I lean
But get me to my fans, I'm country to the seas
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 wanna be, but she wanna check, though
Dodging and popping pictures like the ho's was working with the law
Back in Shaker nigga, 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 Bape gum bottoms
Keep them on salute them 501's you can't knock 'em
Use to have the Honda with the thirty-day tags
That was in the past now I'm bout to throw 'em on the Jag

Ay-ay, 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 got a b***h sky-high
So I'm, watchin' my moves
From the shoes on the coupe
Be damned if a b***h ain't high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right, homie, more or less
I gotta thank God I'm fresh