| I just left the mall gettin' fresh as I can
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| Can’t hardly walk cause I got so many bags in my hand
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| I’m spinnin' like that eight, winkin' at women as they walk by
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| Eyes red, I got the munchies, I’m zonin' cause I’m so high
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| How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
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| Fussin' with my niggas cause they keep on slammin' my doors
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| Hit the crib, now they chiefin' while I’m changin' my clothes
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| I put the Cadillac up and bust out with the Range Rover
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| I went to see my nigga Cool, I know he got sticky too
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| I pulled up he on the front porch puffin' a blunt or two
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| I copped an ounce now it’s time to bounce and sweat on some hoes
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| But first I stopped at the store and got us some Optimos
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| Now we ready to roll, Lil' Rock twist up the blunts
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| I just love it when the women be jockin' them gold fronts
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| On the highway, pushin' 95 on the dash
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| Tryin' to hurry up and get there cause that’s how we mash
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| It’s Friday night and I’m feelin' alright
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| Blowin' sticky green plus I got the bank roll tight
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| I bet cha' the bodies will hit the strip baby
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| Hit the brakes on the feet and make it dip baby
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| We on the strip and so tight, I’m seein' cars for miles
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| Women smilin' yeah I know they jockin' our styles
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| I got diamonds against the wood, I’m knockin' up out the frame
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| I’m hangin' all out the window, them women callin' out my name
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| And bumpin' Thug Pasion, she ridin' tight ho
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| Flickin' hard on them twenties like was a car show
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| So many freaks on the set, pretty legs and tight shorts
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| The only hard part is makin' the right choice
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| Tryin' to find something super-duper stout tonight
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| Take her to the room and put her on the house tonight
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| That’s how we do, runnin' game on bitches we put em' out
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| After we finish runnin' trains on bitches it ain’t no doubt
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| I met a young freak, she came and got in the Rover
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| She had shorts up the ass now ya know it was over
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| Time to hit the tel, knock her off and bounce the scene
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| That’s an every day thang when a nigga be ridin' clean
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| We dropped the freak off and headed back to the strip
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| I’m sippin' Moet, that bubbly got me ready to rip
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| Turn the pager off and seein' hoo-gobs of niggas
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| With they guard on like they gon' really rob some niggas
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| We don’t worry bout jackers cause we strapped for that kind of shit
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| We focus on ballin' tryin' to push up behind a bitch
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| Hoes jockin' for sho' I seen em' lookin' off in the truck
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| Come on lets go home and put them legs off in the truck
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| We met some more freaks, fine as hell, they were nice peep
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| I’m rubbin' on titties I put my hand up thighs quick
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| They asked us to follow them to the room and smoke some bud
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| They smokin' with hoes, we jump on it they show us love
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| We down for whatever, I bust a U and got right behind her
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| She rounded her friends up and they jumped in the Pathfinder
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| We trailin' em' to the room and you know what time it is
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| Back to the telly now nigga we flexin' ain’t that some shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Friday Night, artist - Gangsta Pat. Album song Tear Yo Club Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп