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Paroles de la chanson Monday Thru Sunday par Seddy Hendrinx
I ain't gon' lie
In this lifestyle we provide
Every day feels like a movie
If Sed got that shit on
You know, you gotta have that shit on (Mac got the ocean)
Roll the cameras
Yeah, she said that she scared to love me how she want
Lil' Seddy can't quit the lean, know that he won't
Every day, wake up fresh, I be puttin' that shit on
Yeah, roll the He-Man, the zaza, the Flash, yeah, the strong
In this lifestyle we provide
Every day feels like a movie
If Sed got that shit on
You know, you gotta have that shit on (Mac got the ocean)
Roll the cameras
Yeah, she said that she scared to love me how she want
Lil' Seddy can't quit the lean, know that he won't
Every day, wake up fresh, I be puttin' that shit on
Yeah, roll the He-Man, the zaza, the Flash, yeah, the strong
Got a problem, I face it, can't take all night long
I got a bone to pick, that's with your bitch
Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming
Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"
Monday through Sunday, grinding for something
Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money
Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming
Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"
Monday through Sunday, grinding for something
Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money
How you feel? What's the deal? Let me know
I got a bone to pick, that's with your bitch
Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming
Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"
Monday through Sunday, grinding for something
Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money
Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming
Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"
Monday through Sunday, grinding for something
Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money
How you feel? What's the deal? Let me know
It's some hundreds, I'm coming for sure
Drop bag, hit dash on the way to your lo'
Huh, hair and nails, pick your colors some more
You can get what you want 'cause you throw it back more
I got twenties and fifties and hundreds
Back to back how they coming, they flooding
Smoking za 'fore the flight, I got munchies
Hesitate with the fake, ain't no bluffing
You can talk like it is, but it's nothing
Smoking He-Man, the 'thrax, I got more in this bag and I probably ain't handing out nothing
But Monday through Sunday, I'm in
Went in the back, out the front with a ten, yeah
Super wet like she born with a fin
Throw it back while I keep doin' my dance, yeah
Yeah, she said that she scared to love me how she want
Drop bag, hit dash on the way to your lo'
Huh, hair and nails, pick your colors some more
You can get what you want 'cause you throw it back more
I got twenties and fifties and hundreds
Back to back how they coming, they flooding
Smoking za 'fore the flight, I got munchies
Hesitate with the fake, ain't no bluffing
You can talk like it is, but it's nothing
Smoking He-Man, the 'thrax, I got more in this bag and I probably ain't handing out nothing
But Monday through Sunday, I'm in
Went in the back, out the front with a ten, yeah
Super wet like she born with a fin
Throw it back while I keep doin' my dance, yeah
Yeah, she said that she scared to love me how she want
Lil' Seddy can't quit the lean, know that he won't
Every day, wake up fresh, I be puttin' that shit on
Yeah, roll the He-Man, the zaza, the Flash, yeah, the strong
Got a problem, I face it, can't take all night long
I got a bone to pick, that's with your bitch
Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming
Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"
Monday through Sunday, grinding for something
Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money
Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming
Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"
Every day, wake up fresh, I be puttin' that shit on
Yeah, roll the He-Man, the zaza, the Flash, yeah, the strong
Got a problem, I face it, can't take all night long
I got a bone to pick, that's with your bitch
Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming
Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"
Monday through Sunday, grinding for something
Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money
Twenties, fifties, hundreds them bitches coming
Told her, "Throw it back, bitch, stop running"
Monday through Sunday, grinding for something
Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Wrap it up, cut him off, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
I'ma run out of love 'fore I run out of money
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
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