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T.G.I.F. (feat. Chip tha Ripper) Lyrics
Chip Tha Ripper-
Knock,knock Cudi open up this chip.
Gotta kush pack shells
And some henni we could sip.
Keep a couple dolla's on
Give a penny to bitch
But im wit a couple ho's
Who said they really wanna get,
Aquainted with some nigga's
Who, ain't the average nigga's
They just wanna see why
All they girlfriends be wanting pictures.
I be flyer then a hundred navs
Worth a hundred hundrend stacks
I ain't gonna stop shoppin
Till i hit a hundred sacks,
Although that's a given
I ain't even gotta mint chain
Candy old school
Put you nigga's in detention
Slabbed nigga's deeped up
Tool in the cloths
I'm just a young fresh fly
Fool wit some gold
CHORUS-
Ayyay, what it do my dude
I'm livin life dawg what about you
And i ain't even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my moves
From the shoes on the cool
Be damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey more or less
Gotta thank god I'm fresh
Kid Cudi-
Oh I rearrange faces when I drop,
I'm super duper Cudi,
Candy paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean
They gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I decease
Please,
I stay up on my creep so to come up
Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she wannabe
But she wanna check though
Dodging and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was working with the law
Back and shaker pictures, try'na play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes that I want,
And give my niggas what is left
I don't know if it's the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep them on sleep them 501's
You can't knock em
Use ta have the Honda with the 30 day tags
That was in the past
Now I'm finna throw em on the Jag
CHORUS-
Ayyay, what it do my dude
I'm livin life dawg what about you
And I aint even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my moves
From the shoes on the cool
Be Damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey more or less
Gotta thank god I'm fresh
Gotta kush pack shells
And some henni we could sip.
Keep a couple dolla's on
Give a penny to bitch
But im wit a couple ho's
Who said they really wanna get,
Aquainted with some nigga's
Who, ain't the average nigga's
They just wanna see why
All they girlfriends be wanting pictures.
I be flyer then a hundred navs
Worth a hundred hundrend stacks
I ain't gonna stop shoppin
Till i hit a hundred sacks,
Although that's a given
I ain't even gotta mint chain
Candy old school
Put you nigga's in detention
Slabbed nigga's deeped up
Tool in the cloths
I'm just a young fresh fly
Fool wit some gold
I'm livin life dawg what about you
And i ain't even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my moves
From the shoes on the cool
Be damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey more or less
Gotta thank god I'm fresh
I'm super duper Cudi,
Candy paint the rag top
Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean
They gimme to my fans,
I'm country till I decease
Please,
I stay up on my creep so to come up
Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas
I'ma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind
I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
She fine as she wannabe
But she wanna check though
Dodging and popping pictures,
Like the hoes was working with the law
Back and shaker pictures, try'na play me to the left
Now I pick the hoes that I want,
And give my niggas what is left
I don't know if it's the name or the bake on bottoms
Keep them on sleep them 501's
You can't knock em
Use ta have the Honda with the 30 day tags
That was in the past
Now I'm finna throw em on the Jag
I'm livin life dawg what about you
And I aint even gotta tell a lie
My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high
So I'm, watchin my moves
From the shoes on the cool
Be Damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof
Pimp tight get it right homey more or less
Gotta thank god I'm fresh
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Obviously, Cudi likes to use tons of metaphors in basically every song, and this one is for sure littered with them. But I was just casually listening to it and one kind of made me laugh a little. when he says
"I rearrange faces when I drop"
how do you guys interpret that? Anyone who listens to Kid Cudi knows that he makes a lot of drug references. To me I think he's saying that when he's on acid that he rearranges people's faces, getting the visuals from it.
Theyre talking about how they're fresh and their swag.