Tuesday versuri

Tuesday lyrics by CRIMEAPPLE

Intro
Woah
Woah (you smell it)
Take ya’ shades off (Can you smell it)
Do me a favor roll your windows down (Ay yi yi)
I’ma need you to sing me this shit
Woag
Yeah yeah, woah, woah
Woah

Verse 1
Formaldehyde on them in the tahoe, season of the hydro
Used to slide water like a poncho
Money over these thots obviously the motto (Woah)
Blank check when I’m fly, writin’ wine up in the condo
Shout out to my nephew in Redando
I’ll be back soon, no ceiling on the coupe smoking pinecones (Woah)
They gettin’ money too but it’s me, that’s a muchacho
Just got rid of some white like I’m Juice in the Bronco (Doma)
No tells in Polanco
Fossil fuel wirecell combo (Doma)
Hit the Lucha Libre at nine o’
Frequent flyer miles out the wazoo
Little more flame for the wagyu (Woah, woah, what)
Top tier and always out the way too
I ain’t never trippin’ on what they do (Nope)
What I did before was just a prelude
Man, my life hittin’ like a quaalude (Okay)
Hand all glacial
Real bitches knowin’ I’m erotic (Okay)
Fifty big heads for the sonnet
Anything I touch bubonic, mass gravesite
? for ten people, got stage fright (Ha)
What ya’ day like
I’m making change off rap, chill put a diamond chain on my cat (Meow)
Yeah yeah
(My cat got a nice chain, man)
(What can I say)
That’s a Tuesday
Just a Tuesday
(Ay yi yi) Woah
Woah
Look

Verse 2
Tipsy in the deli’s where you get a buck fifty on ya’ belly (Ay)
Next weekend, I be in New Delhi
It’s nothing you could tell me, your favorite rappers tell me I’m their favorite (Oh yeah)
They saying I’m a legend in the making (Okay)
Fuck you better pay me, them little sneak disses don’t phase me (Nope)
? I’m gettin’ sucked in the Mercedes (Woah)
Blown in the F-PACE, made me fishtail in the left lane
Michael Jordan cigars full of methane
Your tape make my headache, son not a classic
Basic rhyme pattern when in search of a challenge
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the nicest of them all
Most frightenin’ in the wall (Woah), it’s a crisis, go abroad (Woah)
You know the price is gonna soar, skyrocket
Registers ringin’, (Cha-ching) eyeballs poppin’ out the eye socket
Topic of discussion, she said I’m her husband but I wasn’t (Nope)
I know about a dozen I been fuckin’ (Ha)
Cuttin’ onions for the soup, new mittens for the coupe (Err)
We buzzin’ in Beirut, people listen in Peru (Woah)
This ? cut Master C, you could give that shit to clue
Go get the potpourri, dawg, I be shittin’ in the booth, ooh (Goddamn)