Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song T.G.I.F. , by - Futuristic. Song from the album T.G.I.F., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.09.2013
Record label: Futuristic
Song language: English
T.G.I.F. |
| Yo, free clothes, three hoes and a Gatorade |
| White socks, black chucks, looking like I’m Taylor Gang |
| Xbox on the bus, just so we can play the game |
| Banging on my chest after I fuck, just like orangutans |
| New whip at the crib, but I let my cousin drive |
| Told him quit his nine to five, niggas gon' be rich for life |
| Buzzing like a beehive, look into my brother’s eyes |
| Blood thicker than water, I got you, forget them others guys |
| Jumping in the crowd together, make my mama proud forever |
| But nobody tell her we got them hoes |
| And they got down for whatever |
| Clowning all my homies, all my records is sounding clever |
| Crowd is getting loud and wilding out like this is heavy metal |
| After party, yeah, I’m faded, pictures with me, yeah, I’m famous |
| Haters hating, well, I got security to keep this stainless |
| These women be getting naked, I got Magnum shit is dangerous |
| Misbehaving, Imma make her say yeah just like Usher Raymond |
| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic |
| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic |
| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic |
| Thank God I’m Futuristic |
| Thank God I’m Futuristic |
| Ho |
| Yo, yeah, stage dives, high fives and some autographs |
| Big money talking, save them quarters for the laundromat |
| Told them I was about to blow, then stepped on the launching pad |
| Now I’m calling shots like I’m a baller yelling, off the glass |
| Hundred snaps up in my closet, only rocking two or three |
| Only nigga shining like a star without no jewelry |
| In my city you’ll never hear nobody say, who is he? |
| Spitting cold flows in hundred twenty two degrees |
| My team is dreaming and scheming on making millions |
| I’m heading to the Banks just like Tyra and Azelea |
| My word done change with the seasons |
| Like a goddamn chameleon |
| Speaking green, I’m a motherfucking beast |
| Godzilla, you the opposite |
| They say I’ll be lost without you, like Robin Thicke |
| Funny nigga, robbing big, Magic Johnson, positive |
| I’m sick and ain’t no telling when these niggas find a cure for me |
| But still a nigga prosper and gossiping and they heard of me |
| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic |
| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic |
| T.G.I.F., thank God I’m Futuristic |
| Thank God I’m Futuristic |
| Thank God I’m Futuristic |
| Ho |