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Everyday... Oh... C`mon
(Verse 1) Mr Big Spender wanna buy me a shot Could it be Hennesay or Rimmy on the rocks Sittin` on the dock of the bay... Watchin` this fool throw his money away, hey But I`m just a new kid on yacht, please keep flossin` You can take me home, but, uh, no tossin` It ain`t often that a girl get a night on the town That`s why I love it when you ball` ass niggas come around Diamond in your ear shining more than my ring Is it the style or the flava that you bring Hillfiger cologne, damn it`s on, wish I could have this all night long But I know your kind, and your kind is too sweet Your ass `coupe de ville` seven days of the week
(Chorus) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Same ol` everything (x4)
(Verse 2) See what every girl needs is a hard workin` man Clockin the early one, double shifts if he can It`s when his shifts won`t change, same everyday thang Can`t maintain, I got my girls to complain This Al Brundy ass nigga treating me like pig Never wanna bring his workin` as to bed Well, Adios, Get Lost, grab your coat and keep steppin` Never knew this fool would use his job as his weapon Same lies and alibis, nice try Had me thinkin` your ass was the nice guy I should have left when shit weren`t right Cause all we did was fuss and fight all night And when that wasn`t happening, you were either rapping With your boys in front room tryin` to be cool (Fool!) You never took a day to make this thing last And that`s exactly why I left yo` ass, it was...
(Chrorus)
(Verse 3) Now I`m back with this nigga that don`t give a fuck Rollin` his 89 Nissan truck Rocks in his socks, tryin` to make a knock Beepers goin` off from them hoochies on his jock Dealin` with stress plus everyday drama And the fact he still live with his Mama But I`m the type of girl that`s down for my nigga The evryday life of a hoodster`s wife (Mr Good Stuff) One more strife, bound to get live But I ain`t trippin`, he`s the type I like Now tricks don`t even worry speakin up on mine He ain`t on that side of town cause he don`t cross those lines I find it hard to believe, I`ve been spending time On my back, sipping yak, smoking fat ass sacks, in fact I don`t mind, he`s all I need Seven days of the week it`s the same routeine
(Chorus)
Hey... Oh oh Just the same ol` thang... Monday through Saturday Even on Sunday... just the same ol` thang, oh... oh... oh... oh...
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