Clutch
I switch whips with my homie
But zip lips
Do my dirt on my lonely
Big light blue bottle some Vicki she can model
And a sack of that Kush she be on it
And a room at the most remote Ramada
No credit card info nada
Fresh change of the boxers slacks and shirt
Then Monday morning it's back to work
Here I go again tryin to
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Get one off
How do I do it
And not get caught
Thought I'd cop a pass
With the gifts I bought
Give my girl everything
But what she want
I'ma tell my baby I'm sorry
I was all caught up in her body
So I hit that
But as soon as the week starts
I'm gonna shake my weekend jumpoff
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Can't get enough of my
Weekend jumpoff
Can't get enough of my
Weekend jumpoff
Got me on some hide and go freak
Got your boy on the creep
Got a chick but she do it for me
Can't get enough of my
Weekend jumpoff
Got my options on the table
Where one lacks one's willing and able
I make em smile make em giggle
I'm all up in the middle
But I can't do right I gotta play em
Going
Round and round no stoppin me
Faithful
See I just can't be it
I do my dirt between them sheets
Know a ni**a need to stop
But I'm in too deep
Now here I go again tryin to
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The question is when she gonna ask me where do I be where I be
Cause when the weekend comes she don't know where to find me
Basically I give her
One more lie
One more plan
Think of one more way
To make a way to my
Weekend jumpoff
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Clutch
Thanks to Lindsey for these lyrics
