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monday to sunday - clavish lyrics

[intro: clavish]
it’s disco, baby
r14
uh

[chorus: clavish]
tell the judge, “stop givin’ out numbers to my n*ggas”
you’d commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin’
but i’d rather them birded off than graveyard visits
’cause that’s the main reason why i’m always in my feelings
monday to sunday we’re doin’ sh*t that we shouldn’t
you just hate ’cause i’m doin’ all the sh*t that you couldn’t
and i’m still down to do all the sh*t that you wouldn’t
the headrest in the maybach, it feels like a cushion
[verse 1: clavish]
one hundred, that’s the number i’ma keep it with my homies
i sin, so palm angels, that’s my way of keepin’ it holy
i’m in this gle drivin’ like the fire, we open
got a pink card, but i’m just used to drivin’ it stolеn
this ho, she keeps preein’ my phone, she tryna gеt the code
but i don’t even want all of that, she tryna get the throat
sav playin’ with shanks, rather get the pole
shotguns for n*ggas with heart, you got to get up close
days in them hostile bandos, they got me reminiscin’
you ain’t got no guns, so how you tryna have an exhibition?
got nominated for an award
the only that reason i’m goin’ so my jail n*ggas
they can see me on the television
what i can do for you, you can’t for me, how am i benefitin’?
i can never be broke, i’ll buy both and get it missin’
get it giddy, n*ggas do it for the girls that i say one word to
now they’re gettin’ ready, gettin’ pretty, betty
before i lose my breath, i’ma touch a milli’
when i see ****, i ain’t beatin’ him up
my n*gga show me one thing at once, me in her gut
but i’m c*l*a, i only hit ninas and up
all these b*tches wanna f*ck me, i don’t even need a nice pendant
if they want a verse, only time i want a life sentence
bump into my opps, i’ll leave my knife in their socket
i’m in the studio with f, he’s got a .9 in his pocket
[chorus: clavish]
tell the judge, “stop givin’ out numbers to my n*ggas”
you’d commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin’
but i’d rather them birded off than graveyard visits
’cause that’s the main reason why i’m always in my feelings
monday to sunday we’re doin’ sh*t that we shouldn’t
you just hate ’cause i’m doin’ all the sh*t that you couldn’t
and i’m still down to do all the sh*t that you wouldn’t
the headrest in the maybach, it feels like a cushion

[verse 2: fredo]
twenty*eight for the whole ones, yeah, they feel like a bookin’
before them bookings for shows, yeah, they were lookin’ for snow
it’s like all i see is hoes when i go look at your bros
but n*ggas know, when you see mine, you’re lookin’ at k!llers
you bought a chain before a gun, a car for her before your mum
video time, my youngins in there with a gun before i come
it was pain before the fun, rips are more than one
sellin’ ‘caine down in the rain to buy some trainers for my mum (yo)
now if mummy wants some trainers, she can hit the store
i don’t hit chicks, but hit the road to make a little more
probably get like fourteen just off my kitchen floor
had my soldier posted on the corner like a nisa store
so f*ck rap ’cause my grind stays stable
no cap, got enough straps to do my nine times tables
they play my tracks in traps, and they sound it in the car
but melo got more hits, they just ain’t counted in the chart
[chorus: clavish]
tell the judge, “stop givin’ out numbers to my n*ggas”
you’d commit the same crimes if you grew up how we were livin’
but i’d rather them birded off than graveyard visits
’cause that’s the main reason why i’m always in my feelings
monday to sunday we’re doin’ sh*t that we shouldn’t
you just hate ’cause i’m doin’ all the sh*t that you couldn’t
and i’m still down to do all the sh*t that you wouldn’t
the headrest in the maybach, it feels like a cushion

- clavish lyrics

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