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(feat. Johnta Austin) |
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[Chorus: Johnta Austin] |
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Tell your friends, to get with my friends |
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And we can be friends, and do it all weekend |
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Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend |
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From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday |
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[Daz:] |
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Well I was chillin' sittin', smokin' in my Escalade |
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Cadillac pimpin', lookin' for a escapade |
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I saw some bad body with a beautiful face |
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What it is hoe, you ain't from around the way |
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You got everybody lookin' and ya know that |
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Hair right, outfit, ass so phat |
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On top of that baby girl know just how to throw that |
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Too fine for me to fight and try to hold back |
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I had to immediately hit her with some West Coast game |
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Cause uh, all these niggaz screamin' what's yo' name |
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And uh, buyin' roses and the best champagne |
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She can see through the glass that yo' ass is lame |
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She cool, she ain't trippin' off no cash flow |
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Cause she went to school and still puff-puff-pass though |
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Right in my alley, as we sat there shootin' the shit |
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I broke it down, broke it down to the shorty like this |
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[Chorus: Johnta Austin] |
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Tell your friends, to get with my friends |
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And we can be friends, and do it all weekend |
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Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend |
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From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday |
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[Daz:] |
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I told the hoe "You ain't had it 'til you had mine" |
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I'ma make you forget the nigga name of the last time |
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I'ma have you in my bed beggin' me for halftime |
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And after that we smoke-smoke and have some red wine |
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I can see it in her eye, she got the program |
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And plus she know she ain't dealin' with a poor man |
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I'm in the mood for some candles and some slow jams |
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A lot of niggaz smooth but nigga I'm so down, and |
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(Girl I ain't playin' no games |
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I hope you're ready, for sure |
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I got the bubbly and a pound of that weed |
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And a pocket full of fetti, let's go |
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See all I want is some head and some pussy |
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And I'll tell ya, for sure |
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Girl I ain't playin' no games, I hope your ready) |
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{Is you ready?} (Let's go) |
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[Chorus: Johnta Austin] |
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Tell your friends, to get with my friends |
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And we can be friends, and do it all weekend |
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Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend |
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From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday |