| Tell your friends, to get with my friends
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| And we can be friends, and do it all weekend
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| Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend
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| From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday
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| Well I was chillin' sittin', smokin' in my Escalade
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| Cadillac pimpin', lookin' for a escapade
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| I saw some bad body with a beautiful face
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| What it is ho, you ain’t from around the way
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| You got everybody lookin' and ya know that
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| Hair right, outfit, ass so phat
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| On top of that baby girl know just how to throw that
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| Too fine for me to fight and try to hold back
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| I had to immediately hit her with some West Coast game
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| Cause uh, all these niggas screamin' what’s yo' name
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| And uh, buyin' roses and the best champagne
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| She can see through the glass that yo' ass is lame
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| She cool, she ain’t trippin' off no cash flow
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| Cause she went to school and still puff-puff-pass though
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| Right in my alley, as we sat there shootin' the shit
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| I broke it down, broke it down to the shorty like this
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| Tell your friends, to get with my friends
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| And we can be friends, and do it all weekend
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| Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend
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| From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday
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| I told the ho «You ain’t had it 'til you had mine»
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| I’mma make you forget the nigga name of the last time
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| I’mma have you in my bed beggin' me for halftime
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| And after that we smoke-smoke and have some red wine
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| I can see it in her eye, she got the program
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| And plus she know she ain’t dealin' with a poor man
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| I’m in the mood for some candles and some slow jams
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| A lot of niggas smooth but nigga I’m so down, and
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| (Girl I ain’t playin' no games
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| I hope you’re ready, for sure
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| I got the bubbly and a pound of that weed
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| And a pocket full of fetti, let’s go
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| See all I want is some head and some pussy
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| And I’ll tell ya, for sure
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| Girl I ain’t playin' no games, I hope your ready)
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| (Let's go)
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| Tell your friends, to get with my friends
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| And we can be friends, and do it all weekend
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| Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend
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| From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weekend (Feat. Johnta Austin), artist - Daz. Album song So So Gangsta, in the genre Поп