Kid Cudi - T.G.I.F. Lyrics

(feat. Chip Tha Ripper)

[Chorus:]
Aye, 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 gotta 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 homey more or less
Gotta thank god I'm fresh

[Verse:]
Oh I rearrange faces when I drop,
I'm super duper cudi,
Candy paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean
They gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I decease
Pleaseee,
I stay up on my creep so to come up
Gatta look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'm a say some 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 though
Dodging and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was working with the law
Back and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes that I want,
And give my niggas what is left
I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep them on sleep them 501's
You can't knock em
Use ta have the honda with the 30 day tags
That was in the past
NOW I'm bout to throw em on the JAG

[Chorus:]
Aye, 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 gotta 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 homey more or less
Gotta thank god I'm fresh