Lyrics:
57 nights up in Lagos
57 blunts no papers
57 bitches in my video
I blew 57 band up in Vegas
57, 57, 57, 57,
Man it took me 57 days to get my money
can have fun
It's the weekend - it's the weekend!
Video games & run around all day
It's the weekend - it's the weekend
Meet me at the park, so we can
[Spoken]
Hell yeah!
[Sung]
Can I walk by without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me what you want from me,
Tell me what you really want from
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
to paint my LP's as mistakes
Tell me how you judge the greatest by
How many records are sold
I've got no regrets for the records I make
How can I disown my
non-linear
Convoluted storytelling
Name some names
Amigo
Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice
So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer
It was
I love cats
I love cats
My furry pur creatures
I keep my cats entertained
While I'm out of the house
By watching fish tank fun videos on cat TV
You
surrounding when you hustling
Them niggas smiling at you ain't your friends, dawg
All the real ones are dead or in the pen y'all
You fuck with dude, he your
of running out of time, I get often and hate
Been recording videos for more than half a decade
And I still got people around me who throw shade
I've opened up
the ladies' pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl around like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock arenas
I
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Riding around the ville got me thinking about the past
Miss playing baseball those days went by fast
Now I'm reminiscing hoping that this will last
I
It's part of my ventilation
I do this all the time, it's part of my ventilation
$tupid Young, uh
Hold up, nigga, let me ventilate
Nigga say he run
your signature, is very much flat
And stop posting videos about your cat
No one cares, and by the way, she's really really fat
Right now he's having
Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!
[Rah Digga]
It be's the little
make sure you all seated
In Billboard read it, believe it
(Chorus)
[G-Dep]
Soul Controller, rap Ayatollah
Kids hate me when they older I put
shot couldn't kill me ain't done
Say this video forever old memories say this video forever old memories
Ain't searchin for no love just a better man
the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't twirl around like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock arenas
I may
just me according to my observation
This whole song is just one giant violation
You suck not to be critical
How can you not even sync up your own video
could ever want
Put some luggage in the car's trunk
Slept all the way to Italy, then woke up
Was greeted by the beautiful sea, it was fun
I vividly
You wrap your arms around my slim thick waist
You spin me round and reach in for a taste
My big ass nose is getting in the way
Of your lips on my
of people who I owe an explanation
And use it as a way to strengthen all my dedication
Maybe I'd be coming back around in better situations
The haters make me
fresh air
Feel the melody that's in the air
I'm bound, take a look around
What's going down?
However do you want me? However do you need me
You don't wanna hang around me, I guess
I mean, may I guess
Please
Galloping like dandelions by themselves on a sink flow
You don't wanna hang around
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