Lyrics:
And I said, "yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope
Under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes
Bellisle be Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man I spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern
pulled ourselves up from the dirt we're here to pop the bubble
Working 40 hour weeks
So their kids can fuckin eat
Barely gettin fuckin sleep
They ain't
the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was sellin' cocaine
Cause it’s Friday
hit Honkytonk Highway
40 hour week and I just got paid
Wallet Sittin fat and I can’t behave
Cause it Friday
I done worked my
with Lil' Eddie One
'Til the fetti come
We max 60 hours this week
The next one
And the rest
Yeauh
Imma put you to the test
You claim for your efforts
I'm
shit
Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was
got cash, I'ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you're livin', ooh
It's a lifestyle, yeah (lifestyle, yeah)
I'm so iced out, yeah
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
okay, because I know it’s just
Forty hours a week to have some fun
Self medicating with some weed, and a bottle of rum
Stop telling me what I should do
want
This one hell of a night
And I feel okay
Time of the week, time of the hour
Time for some fun, time to be happy
This one hell of a night
And I feel
dollar rocks
so i'm on it livin for the moment learning hard life
lessons cuz i'm young and still growing
father's only son, mama's lil boy
movin in
I been at work all week
Can't wait to hit that scene
That 9-5 ain't no way to live
I get home from work and sleep
40 hours every week
Don't know how
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
mind, you can step the fuck off, pops, fuck you
Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
Please
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
a little dirty
Puts a hurtin' on a bottle after fourty hours workin'
Yeah, the kind that likes a good time late nights
And last calls under them neon
For offers of self-improvement
But you can't make me believe that a
Machinist in Detroit, ending a 40-hour week
Climbing into his '63 Chevy
Driving
man Imma' pay you)
As if I was tryna buy a twelve casing, from the Shell's station
The clerk was looking up the aisle for weeks (Aye look bitch stop
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
thinking she can ease my mind by suckin' my dick
Bitch make up for a minute cause that ship never last
In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on some ass
First
Life ain't 'posed to be like this, robbery and poverty
24 hour shifts to keep this cocaine off of me
Y'all ain't livin' how I'm livin', one mo' week
blow.
Show me 700 for, by all means I was going to blow.
Partner made that, hop in the Enzo.
Yea that bitch gotta blow.
Better tie her to the car
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