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Correct T.G.I.F (Thank God I'm Fresh) Lyrics
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[Chip tha Rippa]-Verse 1 Knock, knock Cudi open up it's Chip Got a kush pack shells and some Henny we could sip Keep a couple dollars on, give a penny to a bitch But I'm wit a couple hoes who said they really want to get Acquainted wit some niggas, who ain't the average niggas They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wantin' pictures I be flyer than the internet Worth a hundred, hundred stacks I ain't gonna stop shoppin' till I hit a hundred Sax Hello that's a given, I ain't even gotta mention Candy old-school put you niggas in detention ? Ratchet nigga pulled out? Tool in the clothes I'm just a young fresh blind fool wit some gold [Kid Cudi]-Chorus Hey, heyy what it do my dude I'm livin life dawg what about you? And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez got a nigga sky high So I'm, watchin my moves From the shoes on the coupe Be damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homie more or less I gotta thank god I'm fresh [Kid Cudi]-Verse 1 Oh! I rearrange faces when I drop, I am super duper Cudi, Candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell me I ain't sippin' when I lean Forgive me to my fans, I am country till decease Please... , I stay up on my creep so the come up Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas Imma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe But she wanna check dawg Dodgin', poppin' bitches Like them hoes was working with the law Back at Shaker bitches, tried to play me to the left Now I pick the hoesi want And give my niggas what is left I don't know if it's the name or the Bape gum bottoms Keep them Obsolete them 501's You can't knock em Use to have the Honda with the 30 day tags That was in the past Now, I'm fi'in ta throw 'em on the Jag [Kid Cudi]-Chorus Hey, heyy what it do my dude I'm livin life dawg what about you? And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez got a nigga sky high So I'm, watchin my moves From the shoes on the coupe Be damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof Pimp tight get it right homie more or less I gotta thank god I'm fresh
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