The Weekend Lyrics by MoStack is a newly released English song produced by MoStack. The latest song The Weekend lyrics are written by MoStack. The song was published on 24th February 2023.
The Weekend Song Details:
| Song: | The Weekend |
| Singer(s): | MoStack |
| Produced by: | MoStack |
| Written by: | MoStack |
| Label(©): | MoStack |
The Weekend Lyrics
We haffi kick off the door, we couldn’t sneak in
White gyal but her ass is Dominican
I need a gyal to love me for the weekend
And then it’s back money when the week ends
My block really be murderers, we don’t pretend
Used to call them burner, we don’t need them
I need a gyal to love me for the weekend (Yo)
And then it’s back money when the week ends
Yo, I ain’t nothin’ like them, look
I could go broke, I won’t be lookin’ at my friend’s watch
Made it out thе hood but I ain’t left block
I hit the suburbs to rest off
You ain’t got thе money that I got ’cause you slept off
This ain’t happen overnight, no, I been runnin’ laps
But then I had to scheme for a rack
Them days, I would’ve bruise with your pack
I chainsaw and lack
[?] for the gyal, ah
I always tell my girl, “Go” but I pray that she don’t leave
One of my toxic trait is I say stuff I don’t mean
You’re perfect, I just wish you didn’t smoke weed
But then again I’m gettin’ bread from a coke fiend
Yes, I search me some drugs addicts (Yah)
So much girls I just done managed (Yah)
Company is my love language
Why you throwin’ up bandanas?
But my block really [?]
We haffi kick off the door, we couldn’t sneak in
White gyal but her ass is Dominican
I need a gyal to love me for the weekend
And then it’s back money when the week ends
My block really be murderers, we don’t pretend
Used to call them burner, we don’t need them
I need a gyal to love me for the weekend (Yo)
And then it’s back money when the week ends
Yo, ayy, bro, your contracts, I saw, I swear, I mean it
Every girl’s one drink away from cheatin’
Sometimes, I need a hug, I’m human bein’
Don’t harrass my habibti, man, will squeeze you
I keep standin’ on it
If it ain’t French tip nail, sorry, bae, I ain’t payin’ for it
All that fake shit, I’m stayin’ from it
‘Cause I’m the truth and I’m standin’ on it
Get back’s comin’, keep waitin’ on it
Mo’, can you keep it real? Yes
Do them other niggas drill? No
Have you ever copped steel? Yes
Do you [?] bill? No
For your brother, will you spin? Yes
Make ’em bleed if my bro bled
Can’t find you then we’re comin’ for the closest
Do somethin’ mad then we claim psychosis
When you drink venom, gotta do it with doses
We ain’t got ’em yet but it’s all in the process
We haffi kick off the door, we couldn’t sneak in
White gyal but her ass is Dominican
I need a gyal to love me for the weekend
And then it’s back money when the week ends
My block really be murderers, we don’t pretend
Used to call them burner, we don’t need them
I need a gyal to love me for the weekend (Yo)
And then it’s back money when the week ends