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lirik lagu my weekend – lil’ mitch

[intro: ollie flowerbag$]
yeah, yeah, yeah!
okay, okay

[verse 1: ollie flowerbag$]
okay, it’s ollie in the house, and i’ll take your b-tch to town
i’m respecting on your hoe, cause i’m the nicest guy around
first i send that b-tch a picture over snap, say “how you doing?”
when she hit me back, i’ll tell her we should go out and just bool it
grab some dinner and a movie, how that sounding baby girl? (it’s lit!)
if you give me just one night, i’ll return with my whole world
she might hit me back and say “that sounds amazing! when you free?”
i make beats on every day that ends in y, but you’re a queen
so i just rearrange my schedule, only takes me 20 hours
then i pull up at her house with a nice bouquet of flowers
she might offer me some road head, i’d just have to p-ss
and we whipping straight to rio in my honda cause that’s cl-ss
then we grub at corner bakery, we won’t ever look back
if we feeling kinda frisky, might even make eye contact
then we’ll catch your favorite flick and then we’ll watch till who-knows-when
b-tch, i had a lovely time; when can we do that sh-t again?

[verse 2: lil mitch]
dripping like a bicycle, i’m riding my tricycle
i am so f-cking high, i might get a bicycle
sucking on her toes like a motherf-ckin’ b-tch
they call me lil mitch cause i’m the coolest b-tch
yeah, eating all on her -ss like a tuesday
i’mma go back on her next monday
it’s the office hours, i don’t even care
i might grab your b-tch, i might eat her f-cking hair, yeah
i like it – every single day
i eat her -ss every single way
i put it out every single day, yeah
let it dry, just like clay, yeah
i’m a rhyming lyrical g*nius
she gonna whip out her little tiny p-n-s, what?
i’m confused, huh?
lil mitch, yeah?
what? huh?

[verse 3: lil dictionary]

so yesterday, i fell asleep in my car on my bed
trynna type out my paper, but i ran out of f-cking lead
my paper was on turning off your wii to play some xbox 360
but when your boy, my teacher told me to write about my hobbies
but wait, he isn’t in my cl-ss, i had to bring him my car keys
cause i locked myself in my car, my dad was at red lobster
but my amazon account expired so i couldn’t order me my ravioli
my pastor isn’t holy, he’s an atheist (cuz, cuz, cuz, cuz, cuz!)
(lil mitch, what?) because he eats no nuts, but not the kind that comes off a tree
(lil mitch, lil mitch, lil mitch)
the ones you buy for free, the kind the sushi place sells
the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cells
(cell) like my dad who broke out of prison last year
for he had won a court case, but he’s a tenor, not a b-ss
(b-ss, b-ss)

[outro: lil dictionary, -lil mitch & ollie flowerbag$- ]
guys, where should i go to eat?
panda express, taco bell
i want pizza, i don’t like olive garden

-f-ck you!-

- lil mitch

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