| Uh-huh, Young Gunnas
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| Whoa
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| Young Gunnas (Young Gunnas)
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| Neef and C
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| OK
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| Young, young, young, young, young
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| Young, young, young, young, young
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| Young, Young Gunnas
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| Three, two, one
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| It was a friday night and the bass was bumpin' (whoa)
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| The honeys was rockin'
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| The parties was jumpin' (whoa)
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| And it wasn’t long before everybody knew
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| JUST BLAZE
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| was on the beat box
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| Young Gunnas
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| the one with the heat rock
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| Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot
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| It goes a one (one), two (two), three (three), and
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| (Ok, young Chris)
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| Just like King Midas, as I was told
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| Young C was on the block, thirteen years old
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| I don’t mean to brag
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| Had the meanest bags
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| To supply to my peeps
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| I was bringin' hag
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| Took charge of the block, game ping to ave (uh-huh)
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| Still bringin' cash on the scene at last
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| Still gloves and masks, as I proceed
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| Mad Max, mad hats, mad hollow t’s
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| Your man actin' crazy, roll with the kid
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| Playa a hell of a pimp
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| You already know what it is
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| They don’t gotta notice the whips
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| I don’t show 'em the wrist
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| They already know that I’m Chris
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| And they know that’s the stick
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| To the script and I last long
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| Hit 'em and I last long
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| Can’t drive a scale for
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| Send 'em in a cab home
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| He takin' mad long
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| Get your bags gone
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| I ain’t got a dime for you
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| Time for me to pass on
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| (Chris, Chris and Lil' Neefy)
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| Back in effect
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| Best mack in the tech (uh-huh)
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| Show you how to clap or perfect
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| When they actin' all messed
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| We from north Philly
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| Free, Peedi Crakk, and the rest
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| Max, south side, O and Sparks back on the west
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| We the leaders of the new school
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| Hate it cause my jewels cool
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| Get my jewels, crew
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| Every weekend it’s a new crew
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| 'Bout to set the record straight
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| Soon as the record breaks
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| Shit, some more, to the store, watch it levitate
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| And we never late
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| Early in the game
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| We brought pain (yup)
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| Heavy spins up in every state (what)
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| Yea you bound to hate
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| Die if the bound, it quakes
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| Seven-sixty-nine escape
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| Put 'em all around ya face (yeah)
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| Diamond cool, welcome ya place
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| Get every dime you got up outta ya safe
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| Plus you gettin' more surrounded with bake
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| Before the law comes surrounding your place
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| My dogs get every pound of your cake
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| (young, young, young, young Neef)
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| We the present and the future
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| You might as well get used to
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| It’s been around a minute
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| Given 'em what they wanted
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| The niggas, they never front it
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| They still sick to they stomach
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| Once they hear about the gunnas
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| Yeah they know that girls comin
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| Yeah, you try to tell her
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| Please baby don’t wear that
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| She’s on her own
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| Think she ain’t tryin to hear that
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| You know what’s gonna happen after the party
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| C and Neef up in the suite
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| You fishin' 'em down in the lobby
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| Back at the back
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| She trippin' all at the army (army)
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| Me cuffed my lib, not even probably (probably)
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| The game’s here, so these chickens get bodied (bodied)
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| We show you how we switch up better than a party
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| Get it in a party
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| We slippin' out, hardly
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| Baby, Beretta’d up
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| Yeah this your beat army
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| Hit them niggas up
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| Then we breeze off Tommy
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| Fuck it, right behind me
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| The whole block behind me (yup)
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| Chris and Lil' Neef
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| Chris and Lil' Neef
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| Chris Lil' Neef
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| Chris and Lil' Neef
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| Chris and Lil' Neef
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| Chris Lil' Neef |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friday Night , by - Young Gunz. Song from the album Tough Luv, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп