Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song T.G.I.F., artist - Futuristic. Album song T.G.I.F., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |