Andre Nickatina Monday Like Friday Lyrics

Monday Like Friday Lyrics

Monday Like Friday



-Andre Nickatina

i met you wit my mouthpiece sideways

rippin down the highway

even tho its monday i treat it like a friday

special introduction lighting up the function

better cope junction playboys smoke trees

ima shake my pearm shake my pearm

and ima let the hat man the curls all turn

i have it roll loosely even roll tightly

girl im such a pisces in my white nikes

turn around slightly you lookin kinda pricy

and i like to sell yea thats what i got to tell ya

sexy lil butter cup you can be the runner up

even tho cold days cats free and tumble up

hot lil thang give for this game 

and treat it like your runnin on a M track train

the beat in the back shake the weed in my lap

the store on the north buy blunts by the pack



-Equipto

yea kick back, ease up, roll a fat blunt

i got to play the breaks on this rap stuff

im on the chase and cant slow down

now, and checkin the trap its scattered all around town

thats what ammo i aint really dissin you

and i aint got no demo for you to listen to

im on the verge and on her like lip stick

and usin more words that shoot her from the hip quick

rapper raids and charge on the turn around

these hoes are chosen and all 'cause im runnin out

im in key like do ray me

you'll see the will be the day like when a hoe break me

i got it all across the nation

just from the jurios conversation

stop hating 'cause i got it like that

i holla like motherfucka can you buy that



-Andre Nickatina

playboy on my hotel villian

wit rap cat feelins

me and this bird we just be chillin

spit the gift my new stan smiths

bubble that off the top do this quick

i roam like a leopard, shake up the pepper

jump like a checker, cash my checkas

wearin my leather you know she better

be way better than that other heffer

whatever



-Shag Nasty

leave it up to shag always come with some fly shit

try hard any day to ignore the fact im rich

i ignore my bitch let the shit i aint trippin 

me and poom sippin sippin 

hit the strip club and clippin

windows up packed now

sam called me for the brickin

candy cranberry drippin

niggas say the fo sickin

i just know the doors liftin

i can smoke a whole zippin

one night game tight on the roof game high

my niggas all alike let your brain stay tight

hustlin in the rain do i thank to the day light

smokin urcle blowin circles

sippin on a purple sprite

in the hood drivin high 

strike should never leave the life

fienes never leave the pipe 

bitches give me all the money

if you want attention from me 

take this clip and your tummys

yous a fuckin crash dummy 

all the bitches snatch from me

just to pass cash to me

suckas never last feel me