Mouse s**s - Weekend In Brampton lyrics

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Mouse s**s - Weekend In Brampton lyrics

[Verse 1] This is for them mites back home Who swear that they some fans once you up and on the road You ain't heard my old chizz? Let me put you on Won't you come and bless the new crib? How you getting home? Better work that phone Better work that thumb, better work that stove She said that thing ain't tight but you know it's yours Well first off, that's gross. Let me make a toast Let me talk for a couple hours bout how I do the most. I know you know Okay, just wait until I glo Got that flow that your daddy wish he had back before he worked for Lowes Back when Chingy 'nem had had you on your toes I was young. I had never thought that I could throw a show And people come Man, I swear I got bout everything you want Made it out of college, tryna make it out the slums Made a million beats man, tryna be the one Made it to the weekend, still I ain't done though [Verse outro] Hey, straight up. Imma need like 7 million dollars 30 freaks who attend church every Sunday Ode to drop his album and for y'all to be on a thunna right now [Hook x2] And I ain't tryna rest, oh no I still gotta flex on you, oh no no And I ain't tryna rest, oh no I still gotta flex on you, oh no no Forever and on Forever and on [Verse 2] 21 and k**ing tings. Doing realer tings Throwing money to the ceiling, tings up, I'm feeling tings Still the best, you only filling in til I'm done Thank you man, you know I had to run. I won't forget it Matter fact, might put your name up in the credits Maybe then you might stop fronting like you get it But back in the Dot, y'all dudes wasn't popping a lot So I don't wanna hear you talking a lot. Shut up when I walk in the spot Got the tour bumping something new Tony's in the spot, Bo is in the spot. Come thru Made a million beats man, I'm tryna be the one Made it to the weekend, still I ain't done though [Verse outro] Sup Yaya? sup Eyo? sup Birdy? I love you girl, forever. Sup Myles? [Hook x2] And I ain't tryna rest, oh no I still gotta flex on you, oh no no And I ain't tryna rest, oh no I still gotta flex on you, oh no no Forever and on Forever and on