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weekday - rocket cartel lyrics

[verse 1: pyrex french]

everybody got their qualms, i need a social bracket
i’m in twentynine palms with my tennis racket
acting like you ain’t seen sick until you pack and rack it
put a quarter on your mole and just try to whack it
all the girls say “f-ck it” and just try to smack it
no matter how they say no they don’t k!ll my tactics
this is no time for actin’, i bought the dream team
quick to buy any snack, straight up puffin’ for the fiends
been puffin’ so much mendo even though my d-ck is green
want that p-ssy with no hair like mr. clean
if i’m talkin’ to your b-tch don’t try to intervene
she made her choice, you don’t wanna in-between
come back to the crib, i know you wanna
pillow-top mattress, eat it up like a piranha
then i get up in that -ss like a colonic
pyrex workout have you sweatin’ like it’s a sauna

[hook: will money]

foreign car, 190 on the freeway
rocket cartel is the recime, babe
two dudes, four b-tches, double three-way
and we don’t give a f-ck that it’s a weekday

[verse 2: will money]

hundred degrees, i’m still rockin’ a leather jacket
i get all up in your head like a method actor
f-ck up your life like you got diagnosed with liver cancer
hittin’ level 6 rapids while i’m river raftin’
i’m ridin’ a pony keg over niagara falls
sound exciting? you should probably tag along
latvian supermodel, a cute bag of bones
feed her some fernet branca then imma take her home
filet mognon, no shake-n-bake
reservations at morton’s, no steak-n-shake
she talkin’ tmi, need a data break
we finna take the boat up out on crater lake
then drive down to mount shasta
and walk up that sh-t holdin’ a ghetto blaster
try to follow, you coughin’ like you got asthma
field commander, put you rappers out to pasture

[hook x2]

[verse 3: pyrex french]

sprinkle my -ss in feta like it’s a weekday
i smell rotten bleu cheese, i think i met my fate
no blind date, i hang out h-lla gritty
west coast to the eddy, i’m bred up fillmore ready
haight street to leavenworth, i keep my thumbs down
no 9-to-5 breadin’, keep my crumbs down
i been scr-pin’ pot, know that we watch a lot
leave you caked up and scr-ped up over a knot

[verse 4: will money]

she move that body like a cyclone, i move that cyclone like a superstorm
this is the night that you’ve been waitin’ for since you were born
the memories’ll be so good you’ll have no use for p-rn
f-ck your dude, imma make you forget that you were torn
you ain’t gotta entertain that motherf-cker
i l!ck it like a lollipop, he l!ck it like a sucker
young millionaire eccentric, all up in that mouth
like a dentist, my energy is endless

[hook x2]

- rocket cartel lyrics

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