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Friday Lyrics

Friday n****
What's the word
You got something for me
I'm a see you in two seconds
Right, yo pull my Rover on the side
Right there police coming man
Heard me
Yo up in the game on four in the morning
And it's storming and we blitzed
Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
God had blood on his sweat pants

The way the tech dance
On a n**** face
Son ain't have a chance
Seen him high pitch yellow n****

From outta town a young mellow ally
Trying to run through
Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
When we caught him the only famous n****

Was a lord in his forum
b** n**** fresh outta jail
I used to play baseball wid him
'Til he got large son bought a whale

As you're by the entrance
Guess it's real n**** night out
He moving on his own negligence
Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back

In the Acura spectacular big key stackeler
Seen a n**** gymed down fresh haircut
Trying to swim now
Aqua green Avias on brim style wild

We walked by eyeing I'm
Shorty ain't looked
He trying to get fly
My n***** ain't dived on him

Kase had the mack in the vest
The way he moving might be dressed
He made two rights n**** move left
Standing by the incinerator
Thank God he your generator
I can tell bought his lady swade gators
Yo now it's time to move
Spit nozzles on the tools

Might just bust him quiet style rules
He walked out the crib yup drinked
We at the elevator base
Staring at the n**** chains shake

We looked at him seen all crooked
The we flashed on him
He knew we was live
My man Boo stashed on him

Pulled out take of the wool
n**** cool out
Walk you out the bulding
Betta run n**** move out

This n**** liver than f***
Larger than f*** betta kill me
All y'all n***** is b***
What spray it up
Took the chains in case
Shot him at point blank range
He started screaming like a cave man
Blood got a salty taste

I can tell furniture fell out his place
Laced now it's a case
Threw up vomit on my Kobe
s*****ed all his ice now

Chrome teeth boating of a loan key
Didn't know the kid was large
Hour later call from jail
Mexicans surrounding the Gods

Chill you bigga than the ocean
Slow motion play it off no emotion
But my man in there grossing
What to do they might kill him

We might kill you circulate death
That's how the real do
We sat there 3 live macks of the year
Crack beers one n**** in the back

Washing off his trackers
Don't take it serious
Vivid flow luxurious
I'm hearing this'll

Make a real n**** curious
Friday my day chill pop
Leave 'em on the highway
Betty won't never fly my way
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