Lyrics:
left on a Monday
I was turnt up by the weekend
My bro in the penitentiary
I gotta walk down on my grind
He ain't never seen a 50
Spend that shit and keep
slur 'em
I just speak up, so please ho, keep up
Please ho, keep up
Ok, ok, ok, she ain't getting money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her
like my nigga Duke say
Catch me in the D town where my nigga Nuke stay
Met her on a Monday and smashed her on a Tuesday
I don’t have no sympathy so I
her eyes
And I can tell her that I love her
It feels strange to tell no lies
Or leave without goodbye
I think I'm getting softer
Oh I've met a lady
I
is slowly passing by
I know I really miss you
But I'll give it a try
I really don't know why
I hope you're missing me too
I'm looking straight into her
her eyes
And I can tell her that I love her
It feels strange to tell no lies
Or leave without goodbye
I think I'm getting softer
Oh I've met a lady
I
before I even met her
According to her y'all not even together
When she get to cheating no that's not my problem
If she with young Starlight you should've
oowop
She fuck me good, get a new Benz
She keep it tricking a new shop
Went to Miami on Monday
By Tuesday I heard that them dudes shot
I do not know about
to place my swag In place
They call me Betta cause nobody does it better raise the steaks
Spit that game A-1 And just met her
Caught her at the bar with
to the sky
It carries the world
Between hello and goodbye
Like the Monday we met
That disappeared in a breath
Like the Sunday she left
Forever
could have you back by Monday
I keep getting drunk to forget shit
And you cannot handle me like this
I wonder what went through my dumb head
As the cops
It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his
I met her by the daisy fields
When we were 18, and I can't remember how it feels
But she meant everything to me
Monday through Wednesday week,
you, there's no issues
Need a for real one by my side
She my Bonnie, I'm her Clyde
In the peak times, she down to ride
Book smart & got a wavy side
Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr.
Written by Fred Rose
[E] Met my future wife today
And her name is Kathy Mae
[A] Rootie Tootie, (Rootie Tootie)
many things to do.
We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, She said, "Can I make love to you."
We
I'm Bout to get her to my room and make a mess
Big arms you don't wanna see me flex
Young fly n***** put you on jet
I ain't been the same since we met
the headlines did the rest
In the depression was I depressed?
Nowhere near, I met a big financier and I'm here
I've been through Gandhi, Windsor and Wally's
the headlines did the rest
In the depression was I depressed?
Nowhere near, I met a big financier and I'm here
I've been through Gandhi, Windsor and Wally's
her bottom lip
When she start to catch the rhythm
Parallel shift
Clean clutch, no schism
Pop pop pop
Off my hip
I hit my target
Sleep in my whip
Fuck yo
his girlfriend
Then i put her on my lunch tray
[hook]
You aint never met a friend like me (2x)
You aint never met a freak like me (2x)
You’ll never
many things to do
So we just sat back and played some
Well we met a young girl on Main Street
Wanted to pass her by
She was homely, and we were
many things to do.
We met a young girl on Main street, wanted to just pass her by
She was homely, so lonely, She said, "Can I make love to you."
We
many things to do
So we just sat back and played some
Well we met a young girl on Main Street
Wanted to pass her by
She was homely, and we were
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