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Willsteezalot - Monday. Friday...Same Difference. Lyrics



Willsteezalot - Monday. Friday...Same Difference. Lyrics
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Told her come get lit, she said boy it's a Monday
Forever sure as f*ck, never talking maybe one day
Outside by myself, mobile office
Getting coin
Dawg it's in my nature, push me far
I'll prove a point
Swear I never lost the plot
Certain shit be bad timing
Born from pain baby, trauma made me so decisive
F*ck her friend, now they ain't friends, pussy really so divisive
I belong to me, is what i told her, she ain't like it
Big geeked, never really sleep start to teleport
Asked her what she got to drink, baby grabbed the Taylor Port
We prefer to crash with the opps, treat it like a sport
Word to uncle Snoop, baby boy I'm knocking down your fort
But I got my breesh up, not beefing if your money short
Matter fact not beefin' at all, make the money short
Baby shake some if you want, I'll make the money twerk
Said you need some days off but girl you know you love to work
Put it on my grandma, I'm forever on timing
I can tell lil shorty mad at me, she done stopped smiling
Big wilding, lost young nigga, big wilding
If I said my glo came over night
I'd be big lying
Told her come get lit, she said boy it's a Monday
Forever sure as f*ck, never talking maybe one day
Outside by myself, mobile office
Getting coin
Dawg it's in my nature, push me far
I'll prove a point
Swear I never lost the plot
Certain shit be bad timing
Born from pain baby, trauma made me so decisive
F*ck her friend, now they ain't friends, pussy really so divisive
I belong to me, is what i told her, she ain't like it
I done slept on a couch, on a floor, on a f*cking jail cot
Wish a lil nigga would try to tell me who the f*ck up I'm not
I'm a grown ass man, I'm here for bands not no props
Don't you smoke up in this whip cause we got glocks and they not props
El capitan, I'm a franchise boy, I think she like me
Mad cause I ain't hit it, f*ck the homie just to spite me
Plenty fish up in the city but also plenty trash
Don't do chattin in no DM's, look lil bro I'm on your ass
Come alive for the fall, spend the winter getting bent
Always posted outside, might make bronem bring a tent
She tryna f*ck up in this whip
I'm like you sure? Ain't no tints
Only thing that be certain is my death and this rent
Two AM, way outside with Los, making flips
Mark it up, I just got the discount on a brick
She seen all the blue stripes, assumed that I would trick
Listen, go control your nigga before I treat him like a lick
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Told her come get lit, she said boy it's a Monday
Forever sure as f*ck, never talking maybe one day
Outside by myself, mobile office
Getting coin
Dawg it's in my nature, push me far
I'll prove a point
Swear I never lost the plot
Certain shit be bad timing
Born from pain baby, trauma made me so decisive
F*ck her friend, now they ain't friends, pussy really so divisive
I belong to me, is what i told her, she ain't like it
Big geeked, never really sleep start to teleport
Asked her what she got to drink, baby grabbed the Taylor Port
We prefer to crash with the opps, treat it like a sport
Word to uncle Snoop, baby boy I'm knocking down your fort
But I got my breesh up, not beefing if your money short
Matter fact not beefin' at all, make the money short
Baby shake some if you want, I'll make the money twerk
Said you need some days off but girl you know you love to work
Put it on my grandma, I'm forever on timing
I can tell lil shorty mad at me, she done stopped smiling
Big wilding, lost young nigga, big wilding
If I said my glo came over night
I'd be big lying
Told her come get lit, she said boy it's a Monday
Forever sure as f*ck, never talking maybe one day
Outside by myself, mobile office
Getting coin
Dawg it's in my nature, push me far
I'll prove a point
Swear I never lost the plot
Certain shit be bad timing
Born from pain baby, trauma made me so decisive
F*ck her friend, now they ain't friends, pussy really so divisive
I belong to me, is what i told her, she ain't like it
I done slept on a couch, on a floor, on a f*cking jail cot
Wish a lil nigga would try to tell me who the f*ck up I'm not
I'm a grown ass man, I'm here for bands not no props
Don't you smoke up in this whip cause we got glocks and they not props
El capitan, I'm a franchise boy, I think she like me
Mad cause I ain't hit it, f*ck the homie just to spite me
Plenty fish up in the city but also plenty trash
Don't do chattin in no DM's, look lil bro I'm on your ass
Come alive for the fall, spend the winter getting bent
Always posted outside, might make bronem bring a tent
She tryna f*ck up in this whip
I'm like you sure? Ain't no tints
Only thing that be certain is my death and this rent
Two AM, way outside with Los, making flips
Mark it up, I just got the discount on a brick
She seen all the blue stripes, assumed that I would trick
Listen, go control your nigga before I treat him like a lick
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Writer: Willfred Francois
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Performed By: Willsteezalot
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Willfred Francois

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