
Monday Thru Sunday Seddy Hendrinx
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[Intro]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
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