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Dead Till The Weekend (feat. Luh Jdot) Video (MV)






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I don't wanna stay yeah
I don't wanna stay in you arms tonight
Baby you just playing
Baby you planed it right?
You put your dress on in the mirror
Said you'd see me at my place just for dinner
Now my baby's in the car
Tryna f*ck with me so hard
But my baby she don't she's the winner
Yesterday I felt myself a little cracked up
Well now Im so close to hell
But you, but you
Wanna see me dead til the weekend
Til the weekend

I don't mean to blame you
I don't mean to blame you for things you do
Baby you just stay here
Baby I know you're right

New hoe want my old money
I can't give her none grindin to the top
I can't never stop bitch im runnin round
Smoke a hunnid pounds
Then I dick her down
So I'm chasing paper
Never chasin hoes
Cut him like a taper
He don even know
I'm a dictator
She do what i want
She a dick taker
So I hit her up
I'm just playin games look my wrist, watch it
I know who she blame now she sad, stop it
Roll a wood then i smoke it up
Pass it to my bitch she gon roll it up
Now she pretend that she independent
Til the weekend and she understanding
Why he leavin she can't fall in love
She just pretend
Til the weekend

I don't wanna be alone
I want you to hit my phone
Shawty said she wanna be my hoe
Cause she like the way I f*ck her slow
Baby let me use you
Cause I like the way you move
Baby I would always choose you
I could never ever lose you
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I don't wanna stay yeah
I don't wanna stay in you arms tonight
Baby you just playing
Baby you planed it right?
You put your dress on in the mirror
Said you'd see me at my place just for dinner
Now my baby's in the car
Tryna f*ck with me so hard
But my baby she don't she's the winner
Yesterday I felt myself a little cracked up
Well now Im so close to hell
But you, but you
Wanna see me dead til the weekend
Til the weekend

I don't mean to blame you
I don't mean to blame you for things you do
Baby you just stay here
Baby I know you're right

New hoe want my old money
I can't give her none grindin to the top
I can't never stop bitch im runnin round
Smoke a hunnid pounds
Then I dick her down
So I'm chasing paper
Never chasin hoes
Cut him like a taper
He don even know
I'm a dictator
She do what i want
She a dick taker
So I hit her up
I'm just playin games look my wrist, watch it
I know who she blame now she sad, stop it
Roll a wood then i smoke it up
Pass it to my bitch she gon roll it up
Now she pretend that she independent
Til the weekend and she understanding
Why he leavin she can't fall in love
She just pretend
Til the weekend

I don't wanna be alone
I want you to hit my phone
Shawty said she wanna be my hoe
Cause she like the way I f*ck her slow
Baby let me use you
Cause I like the way you move
Baby I would always choose you
I could never ever lose you
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Writer: Philipp Janzen, Tim Ludwigs, Jac Haupt
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