Tuesday Thru Sunday - Feel It (Wednesday) lyrics

[Verse 1: Matt Meyer Lansky] I ain't with my girl no more I just wasn't really in love with her Plus, sh** just wasn't working out so I broke up with her Met a new girl & I'm really tryna f** with her My ex girl, I ain't even tryna make it up to her Another one comes & I forget that I was just in love So I don't know if I should hit it & move onto another one Nosebleed flow Hold your head up & co*k it Cause I ain't tryna stay up on that girlfriend topic I'mma blow it off quick, hook her on a long stick I'm talkin' bout your girl & the way that she's on this Sun's going down, smokin' blunts on the balcony I know that she's feeling me because she's going down on me White bath robes, Mos tribes, as in Mosley Yacht boat parked outside by the docking thing We be living life, like we ain't even living in Bright smile lifestyle Spirit in a pyramid [Bridge: Robb Bank$] And I don't give a f** You can take his keys & give him back his love Got Remy Martin spilled on my rug Cause you can't get enough Come close lemme touch.. Just take one more sip & I promise you gonn... Take one more... But you in love with him I know you ain't say you don't give a f** bout him My house, telling him you at your homegirl crib Eyes lower than a b**h, you know you a trip Just gimme one more kiss & I promise you gonn Just one more kiss... [Hook: Matt Meyer Lansky] It feels like its been forever and I don't really know where you been Nor do I give a sh** I'm just glad you sitting in my bed Notice you ain't laying But at least you ain't out chilling with that kid That you been kicking it with, lately [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Its just a young thief, Robb Bank$ Just another day for me Knots crumbled in them chinos So your b**h gonn pay for me Cool greys, purple drank Real n***as that never played p**y Shawty in the black lace gimme that Sasha Grey p**y But mostly that's a front, next to me being blunt Telling you what I want We all tryna stunt, take your b**h out to lunch Candle light, talkin' bout her thoughts Somewhere you can't pronunce I just wish we could talk more Joint roaches in my car door Remove the smell with your Carte Noire & I can take that pain away if you just kiss me Sexual frustrations, gritty Morals lost, in sheets Read her tattoos Gain her trust, once you lay with her Shoot her with my Golden Gun Inhale smoke when I bangin' it My prototype runnin' haywire Keep em so spoiled Doing things with creams & oils To make your whole... My dogs say we gon be rich one day But you work to 12 on monday So we keep you from your man From Tuesday Thru Sunday [Bridge: Robb Bank$] And I don't give a f** You can take his keys & give him back his love Got Remy Martin spilled on my rug Cause you can't get enough Come close lemme touch.. Just take one sip & I promise you gonn... Take one more... But you in love with him I know you say you don't give a f** bout him My house, telling him you at your homegirl crib Eyes lower than a b**h, he'd calling you a trip Just gimme one more kiss & I promise you gonn Just one more kiss... [Hook: Matt Meyer Lansky] It feels like its been forever and I don't really know where you been Nor do I give a sh** I'm just glad you sitting in my bed Notice you ain't laying But at least you ain't out chilling with that kid That you been kicking it with, lately