Leek - Weekend Life Lyrics

Gas tank ain't on E tonight, movin' at the speed of light
Three bad bitches don't need a wife, we tryna live that weekend life
Everything gon' be alright, mixin' that codeine with Sprite
You couldn't even dream these nights, we tryna live that weekend life
That weekend life, that weekend life,
That weekend life, we tryna live that weekend life
That weekend life, that weekend life,
That weekend life, we tryna live that weekend life
I could probably take your bitch, I don't need no permission
I be checkin' all you kids like a pediatrician
I'm a star, like I'm on TV, bro
Bad girls in the club, it ain't a TV show
If she ain't DTF then I don't f*ck with her
I'm just tryna slide in like some ugg slippers
Got shorty thinkin' that I'm in love with her
But all I'm tryna do is just leave the club with her
She wasted, bartender handin' her glasses
Chick bad, she need anger management classes
I can tell by the way she walk, she conceited, in the bedroom
She tellin' me Victoria's Secrets, peep it
I'm tryna kick it like Judo, you know
Get a couple bottles of the Nuvo
Pockets on veggie, I ball like I'm Reggie
I don't think she ready cause my sex game deadly
I ain't gon' lie, she a fine mamacita
But after I skeet her, Hasta La Vista
Gotta be the hottest nigga that you ever ran across
Fly and I slay shit like Santa Claus
See, man, I got these niggas hatin
See my J's, they say, why
Now you know it's a situation
I'm in the jersey show, I'm on the prowl for the pussy
Sammi a sweetheart, but I'd rather f*ck Snooki
Gas tank ain't on E tonight, movin' at the speed of light
Three bad bitches don't need a wife, we tryna live that weekend life
Everything gon' be alright, mixin' that codeine with Sprite
You couldn't even dream these nights, we tryna live that weekend life
That weekend life, that weekend life,
That weekend life, we tryna live that weekend life
That weekend life, that weekend life,
That weekend life, we tryna live that weekend life