Sabado
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn homie, I'd be going dumb off the xans homie
Except I won too many math trophies
My bitch fit, she bouncing on my dick like a trampoline
She stay fucking up a salad like an anchovy
Ooh, once I get these bands on me
I'ma fucking buy her so much ice she'll be running from the zamboni
Have her rolling in that all white land rovey
Holy moly, looking like a young Angelina Jolie
No bologna, you don't know how bad that I want it
How many meals at McDonalds how many packets of ramen
How many laps in this water full of fucking piranhas
How many women finna wish that they had sampled the product
But it's too late, ain't looking back for nada
I'm going full steam, like I sat in a sauna
I'm bout to hop in this rocket, with my fat ass pockets
And buy my bitch a fucking planet if she want it
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Globe trottin' since I turned twenty two
Bird sung his way out the cage, straight through the roof
Got stacks from the notes that I spilled on the page
Got a compound out in Nashville on the way
Need the whole team paid, need my chains in a safe
Need a boat for the waves when I cop the whole lake
Cause the drip need a runoff when the fits this hard
No one thought we'd ever make it out a town like ours
Should have known I was a bargain back then
Now the ink straight ice from a gold pen
Lost a couple stacks to my exes
Could have been a couple milli if we lasted
Trying to take advantage but you half assed it
Who is this about it depends who's asking
Cut them all off like a parasite
Throwing no parachute on them
Hope they perish real slow
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn homie, I'd be going dumb off the xans homie
Except I won too many math trophies
My bitch fit, she bouncing on my dick like a trampoline
She stay fucking up a salad like an anchovy
Ooh, once I get these bands on me
I'ma fucking buy her so much ice she'll be running from the zamboni
Have her rolling in that all white land rovey
Holy moly, looking like a young Angelina Jolie
No bologna, you don't know how bad that I want it
How many meals at McDonalds how many packets of ramen
How many laps in this water full of fucking piranhas
How many women finna wish that they had sampled the product
But it's too late, ain't looking back for nada
I'm going full steam, like I sat in a sauna
I'm bout to hop in this rocket, with my fat ass pockets
And buy my bitch a fucking planet if she want it
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Globe trottin' since I turned twenty two
Bird sung his way out the cage, straight through the roof
Got stacks from the notes that I spilled on the page
Got a compound out in Nashville on the way
Need the whole team paid, need my chains in a safe
Need a boat for the waves when I cop the whole lake
Cause the drip need a runoff when the fits this hard
No one thought we'd ever make it out a town like ours
Should have known I was a bargain back then
Now the ink straight ice from a gold pen
Lost a couple stacks to my exes
Could have been a couple milli if we lasted
Trying to take advantage but you half assed it
Who is this about it depends who's asking
Cut them all off like a parasite
Throwing no parachute on them
Hope they perish real slow
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
Damn do I feel phenomenal
Everyday bitch Sunday to Sabado
My whole life I've been pushing on the envelope
I like to do the impossible
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Writer(s): Charles Byerly
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