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Weekdays Video (MV)




Performed By: CoolioMando
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Romano Thermidor




CoolioMando - Weekdays Lyrics




Sunday
Church day
Getting bored on Monday
Get me some taco on Tuesday
Then again
Yea We call it a hump day
T G I on a Thursday
Thirst day on a Friday
Take yo hoe on a Saturday
That's the weekend
Then we going away

Sunday
Church day
Getting bored on Monday
Get me some taco on Tuesday
Then again
Yea We call it a hump day
T G I on a Thursday
Thirst day on a Friday
Take yo hoe on a Saturday
That's the weekend
Then we going away

I Go to China
Chillin with a panda
I Paint the picture
Like a penarama
All designer
Drinking on a Fanta
On my way to my city Atlanta
With yo life playing catch up
With yo wife playing match up
Think I'm training her that tennis
Yet She buying me that tennis
Don't need to finesse
Still call me bandit
Your heart I demand it
Play with you Thats chess
I don't play no checkers
Treat you like the rest
I don't need no letters
I don't need No feathers
This jacket what
Premium leather
LIL bitch do not touch me
Feelings been lost
Never even had em
Play you then I go play madden
Act like shit
Ain't even happened
Real talk shit
I ain't even cappin
Who the f*ck you think you mappin
Telly to telly I'm coasting
Oop bitch I ain't boasting
This glock is yo remedy
Shoot you like samitty
If you dont f*ck with me
See you as enemy
Never a friend to me
Never a friend to me
Never a friend to me

Now the sun is up
Niggas done run up
Ain't no asking for no ride
Show a nigga you can strive
Show a nigga you can drive
Cuz for money imma die
On that trigger I rely
On that trigger I rely

Sunday
Church day
Getting bored on Monday
Get me some taco on tuedsy
Then again
Yea We call it a hump day
T G I on a Thursday
Thirst day on a Friday
Take yo hoe on a Saturday
That's the weekend
Then we going away

Sunday
Church day
Getting bored on Monday
Get me some taco on tuedsy
Then again
Yea We call it a hump day
T G I on a Thursday
Thirst day on a Friday
Take yo hoe on a Saturday
That's the weekend
Then we going away

I want balenciagas on my feet
Go to Miami drippin with the heat
When I pull up niggas going retreat
I am yo master bitch go take a seat

Roll roll roll roll the blunt
I am from Haiti so I take me a sunt
Eye open like the cracker I hunt
Swish open made the play that's a cut

Niggas be feeling soo damn salty
Won't take the blame
Nigga not even partially
I am a weirdo so call me a Martian
Blunt go to space
So I need me a Russian
I Got the drip
So I don't need a washer
Bill gates the web
Get attached peter Parker
Ooo goddamn bitch ou led
Looking like a damn white marker
Damn bitch called you rare
Just like the steak the bread
I'm eating
I brush my hair my hairline receding
Just like yo money subtract deleted
Yo army my niggas they go defeated
I'm on the court it's hell im heated
Go to the telly it's zack then codie
Im making twin bread
No calling my celly
Call me peter chef it up in a pan
Role model to the youth I'm the man
Get me that sack
Like towers on towers
Dick make u shiver
I'm calling you coward
Bitch getting scared
Now looking for granny
My rap constructed
I need a Grammy
Got the heart of a villain
I'm chillin
Crank it down to the below
Sub zero
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Sunday
Church day
Getting bored on Monday
Get me some taco on Tuesday
Then again
Yea We call it a hump day
T G I on a Thursday
Thirst day on a Friday
Take yo hoe on a Saturday
That's the weekend
Then we going away

Sunday
Church day
Getting bored on Monday
Get me some taco on Tuesday
Then again
Yea We call it a hump day
T G I on a Thursday
Thirst day on a Friday
Take yo hoe on a Saturday
That's the weekend
Then we going away

I Go to China
Chillin with a panda
I Paint the picture
Like a penarama
All designer
Drinking on a Fanta
On my way to my city Atlanta
With yo life playing catch up
With yo wife playing match up
Think I'm training her that tennis
Yet She buying me that tennis
Don't need to finesse
Still call me bandit
Your heart I demand it
Play with you Thats chess
I don't play no checkers
Treat you like the rest
I don't need no letters
I don't need No feathers
This jacket what
Premium leather
LIL bitch do not touch me
Feelings been lost
Never even had em
Play you then I go play madden
Act like shit
Ain't even happened
Real talk shit
I ain't even cappin
Who the f*ck you think you mappin
Telly to telly I'm coasting
Oop bitch I ain't boasting
This glock is yo remedy
Shoot you like samitty
If you dont f*ck with me
See you as enemy
Never a friend to me
Never a friend to me
Never a friend to me

Now the sun is up
Niggas done run up
Ain't no asking for no ride
Show a nigga you can strive
Show a nigga you can drive
Cuz for money imma die
On that trigger I rely
On that trigger I rely

Sunday
Church day
Getting bored on Monday
Get me some taco on tuedsy
Then again
Yea We call it a hump day
T G I on a Thursday
Thirst day on a Friday
Take yo hoe on a Saturday
That's the weekend
Then we going away

Sunday
Church day
Getting bored on Monday
Get me some taco on tuedsy
Then again
Yea We call it a hump day
T G I on a Thursday
Thirst day on a Friday
Take yo hoe on a Saturday
That's the weekend
Then we going away

I want balenciagas on my feet
Go to Miami drippin with the heat
When I pull up niggas going retreat
I am yo master bitch go take a seat

Roll roll roll roll the blunt
I am from Haiti so I take me a sunt
Eye open like the cracker I hunt
Swish open made the play that's a cut

Niggas be feeling soo damn salty
Won't take the blame
Nigga not even partially
I am a weirdo so call me a Martian
Blunt go to space
So I need me a Russian
I Got the drip
So I don't need a washer
Bill gates the web
Get attached peter Parker
Ooo goddamn bitch ou led
Looking like a damn white marker
Damn bitch called you rare
Just like the steak the bread
I'm eating
I brush my hair my hairline receding
Just like yo money subtract deleted
Yo army my niggas they go defeated
I'm on the court it's hell im heated
Go to the telly it's zack then codie
Im making twin bread
No calling my celly
Call me peter chef it up in a pan
Role model to the youth I'm the man
Get me that sack
Like towers on towers
Dick make u shiver
I'm calling you coward
Bitch getting scared
Now looking for granny
My rap constructed
I need a Grammy
Got the heart of a villain
I'm chillin
Crank it down to the below
Sub zero
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Writer: Romano Thermidor
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