Weekday Songtext
von Aitch

Steel Banglez
What we sayin′ Mo? Yeah

She said "Men are trash", I think girls are too
Put the blame on me but I'm the same as you
Still the same old Aitch, man, I stay so smooth
Manny boy, I stepped in with the same old crew
Pretty one, thick, but she holds it nice
Swear her pussy so tight, had to bone it twice
Baby gal, why you being photo shy?
I won′t post it, I just think the photo's nice


She said "Men are trash", I said "Yeah, that's true"
But you′re the company you keep and I′m chillin' here wid you
So what does that make you?
You know, I stay grippin′
I just can't be sippin′ man, I'ma blaze that shoosh
You know how I′m livin', I just gotta switch women
Man, I can't be chilling with the same old boo
And I′m still winning with the same old school
I can probably fuck my teacher from my old school
Miss Thompson, I know one ting
She just come from Turkey, she got liposuction
And this girl does some psycho suckin′
But she want it all now, and so I rushed it

Yeah
She want it all now, man, it's gettin′ impatient
And when she leaves, she be makin' statements
But she comin′ back, ain't nuttin′ changing
I just tell her holla at me when she at the station

Club goin' up on a weekday
We don't ever have a weak day
Ayy, lets get to foreplay
She gon′ do whatever we say
Club goin′ up on a weekday
We don't ever have a weak day
Ayy, lets get to foreplay
She gon′ do whatever we say


Your mans on one, grab the blonde one
Or bring the brunette, man, I just want fun
I'm with queen ones
I would bring bro but remember that time you never gave me one
′Cause I'm a crazy one, I need a lady one
I want a baby but don′t want a baby mum
Aitch said "Pussy" when I asked what he ate for lunch
Hundred bags is what I made this month

Yeah, I'll bag your ex man, don't care what he said
Get up in between legs, eat it like a creme egg
Tell her "You know nuttin′ ′bout me yet"
Then I dash it like I seen fed, haha
Yeah, skrrt round like it's Nascar
Moving like a trap star, Cali in a glass jar
Stepped in smellin′ like a Rasta
Lookin' like a rapper, this is what I asked for

Club goin′ up on a weekday
We don't ever have a weak day
Ayy, lets get to foreplay
She gon′ do whatever we say
Club goin' up on a weekday
We don't ever have a weak day
Ayy, lets get to foreplay
She gon′ do whatever we say

My ting wants to switch up the guys she′s seein'
Reason being, she say I party too much for a human being
I don′t just fuck girl in the European
I don't even ask who the girl I′m seeing
You're pissed if your girl′s in the room that we in, yeah
Go watch your girlfriend, boy
Go watch your girlfriend boy, boy, boy, boy, boy