Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Friday, artist - Iamsu!. Album song Boss up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eyes On Me
Song language: English
Black Friday |
Imma kick that shit that these boys like to hear |
Diamonds on me, dancin' like a chandelier |
Bitch, don’t you see me standing here |
I’m fresher than a mannequin |
Suzy go runnin' through commas |
I get a check and a bonus |
Thumbing, finessing through hunnids |
Thumbing, finessing through hunnids |
My momma say I’m two hunnids |
Lions and snakes in a jungle |
My city feel my struggle |
Animosity feeding my hunger |
Knocking shit door like it’s me again |
Balling out, put me on CSN |
I could never be obedient |
I got all the ingredients |
Wait, hold up |
Bank, can’t fold up |
Drank, my soda |
Out the park like Sosa |
Do this shit for my culture |
Come here baby, I’ll coach ya |
I ain’t talking no babies |
My sound is ultra |
I’m just barely getting over |
I got mouths to feed |
These boys okay |
Ain’t got nothing on me |
Ain’t got nothing on me |
Ain’t got nothing on me |
Wop, wop, OG |
Top spot, my seat |
Looking at my competition |
Don’t nothing move without my permission |
My flow consistent |
I over did it, I go ballistic |
I rode the rhythm with no collisions |
Type of flow that might go the distance |
How that boy so cold from Richmond |
When my chain olympics, cause it’s multicolored |
White and yellow go gold together |
My necklace interracial |
My city is inspirational |
I’m at the top, just like fellatio |
Candy my paint |
Heartbreak the Gang |
I smoke the gas every day |
But when I smoke take me to space |
I ride around to the face |
Straight to the neck |
Thirty, pay for my set |
Drake, mine for the |
Name carry weight, I need all of it |
Not a set less |
Even when I’m on break, I do interviews |
That’s bench press |
I’m fly like insects |
I’m a person of interest |
Really hate when the family tryna fuck me over, that’s incest |
Woke up, out of cold sweat |
Big dog, gotta go get |
For that paper, I’m a Labrador |
If I see that shit, Imma go fetch |
This shit too easy |
I’m 0−6 Weezy |
I sent my baby girl eggplant and zucchinis |
Rembrandt off the green leaf |
These boys ain’t seeing me |
When your shit drop by just press skip like |
Little boys ain’t being me |
I’m too ready, name too heavy |
I’m Six Speed, I’m like bitch please |
When I press the gas, I’m like Tom Petty |
Your palms sweaty, hands shaking |
I don’t walk around by the Grand Lake |
With my tan bae, I got a text from Jay |
Go back in cause the fans waiting |
I ain’t playing no games, like Tim Tebow |
Young Six Speed always my way like Carlito |