Friday Night Lyrics

Friday Night lyrics

3,2,1 Go
[Chorus]
Its a friday night and the bass was bumpin
the honeyz
was rockin the party was jumpin it wasnt
long for everybody knew (just
blaze)
Whats on the b box (Youn Gunz)
Travel wit the heat rock
before
I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1,2,3,and [Chris]
Its like king
midas as I was told
young C was on the block 13 years old I dont mean to
brag I
had the meanest bag the suppliers was my peeps
I was bringin half
took charge of the block a
pean the ave still bringin cash on the
scene
at last still gloves and mask as i proceed mad
mats, mad gats, mad
hollow seed,
Ya man actin crazy roll wit the kid,
playa been hella
pimpin
you already know what it is, they dont gotta notice the whip,
I
don show them the wrist, they
already know that chris and they know tha to
stick
to the script it don't last long hittem and
i last long cant drive
em south long send em
in a cab home you takin mad long get cha bags
gone
I aint got a dime for you time for me pass on

[Chorus
1x]

[Chris]
Back in effect vest, mach in the tech, show
you how to
clap wit perfect when they actin a mess
we from north PHILLY free, peedie
crack
and the rest mac south side O and sparks back on the
West we the
leaders of the new school,
heated cause my jewls cool get my jewls cool
every
weekend its a new crew bout to set the
record staight soon as the
record break ship t2 more to
the store wath it levatate

Neef
Yeah
we never late early in the game
we brought pain yup heavy spen up in every
state yeah you
bond to hate tiered of the boad and tape
7 60 bound to
scape put em all around ya face time to
cool walk in ya place get every
dime
you got up out of ya safe plus you gettin more surronded
wit bait
before the law come surroundin
ya place my dogs get every pound of ya
cake

[Chorus]

[Neef]
We the present and the futer you
might
as well get used to us we been around a minute givin em
what they
wanted the niggas they never
fronted but still sick to they stomache once
they hear
about the gunnaz yeah they know they girl
comin you try to tell
her "Please baby dont wear
that" but she's on her own think she aint
tryna
hear that you knowin whats gonna happen after
the party C and Neef
up in the sweat we fishin
out the lobby back after back she trippin
all
off that army me , cuff my lib not even probably
the gang hereso
these chickens get bodied we
show you how we switch up better than the
party,
did it in the party me slippin out hardly baby
baretta tucked the
addition we army hit them
niggas up then we breeze off calmly bucky
right
behind me the ROC behind me Yup

[Chorus]
Chris and lil
neefie
[6x]