Kid Cudi - TGIF Lyrics
[Chip Tha Ripper]Knock knock, CuDi open up this ChipGotta kush pack shells and some Henney we could sipKeep a couple dolla's on, give a penny to a *****But I'm wit a couple ho's who said they really wanna getAcquainted with some niggas who ain't the average niggasThey just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting picturesI be flyer then a hundred navis, worth a hundred hundred-stacksI ain't gonna stop shoppin' till I hit a hundred sacksAlthough that's a given I ain't even gotta mentionCandy old-school put you niggas in detentionSlabbed niggas deeped-up tool in the clothesI'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold[Hook: KiD CuDi]Ay-ay, what it do my dude?I'm living life, dawg, what about you?And I ain't even gotta tell a lieMy swag, my steez got a nigga sky-highSo I'm, watchin' my movesFrom the shoes on the coupeBe damned if a nigga ain't high to the roofPimp tight get it right, homey, more or lessI gotta thank God I'm fresh[KiD CuDi]Oh, I rearrange faces when I dropI'm super duper Cudi candy-paint the rag-topCan't nobody even tell me I don't sip 'em when I leanThey gimme to my fans, I'm country till I deceasePlease, I stay up on my creep so to come upGotta look the part superstar, no stunnasI'mma say some shit that make you think I lost my mindI'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blindShe fine as she wanna be, but she wanna check, thoughDodging and popping pictures like the ho's was working with the lawBack in Shaker pictures, trynna play me to the leftNow I pick the hoes that I want and give my niggas what is leftI don't know if it's the name or the bake-on bottomsKeep them on sleep them 501's you can't knock 'emUse to have the Honda with the thirty-day tagsThat was in the past now I'm bout to throw 'em on the Jag[Hook: KiD CuDi]Ay-ay, what it do my dude?I'm living life, dawg, what about youAnd I ain't even gotta tell a lieMy swag, my steez got a nigga sky-highSo I'm, watchin' my movesFrom the shoes on the coupeBe damned if a nigga ain't high to the roofPimp tight get it right, homey, more or lessI gotta thank God I'm fresh
