Top Songs By Twocci Sweets
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexis raglin
Songwriter
Chris Pickett
Songwriter
Selvin Rodgers
Songwriter
Lyrics
I call up the gang
Said let's run a train
That Mary Jane we bout to blow down
I just paid my bills
I'm swanging my wheels
My niggas all swanging them 4's now
We getting lit hot box the whip yea back to my place
Cruising on the highway,
Fuck it cause its friday
We getting money and vibing
Good gas on deck we gone stay with that fire
Roll up that gas and I burn like a tire
Hit after Hit taking shot after shot
It ain't a party less we doing shit the high way
Long as I'm lit as fuck and I fuck
That's a good friday
Friday
Ain't gotta work bout to get lit
Send out a text to the whole Clique
Tellem pull up break out the Zips
Call up a bitch maybe one or six
Lesbians only straights cant get in
B.Y.O.B
Bring yo own bitch
Get em all drunk watch em all kiss
I got five hunned in ones
Anyone of yall bold enough to strip
Heard you love popping that ass
Well lil baby i'm daddy so gone pop it for a pimp
Rolling these woodies all fatties no skimpies
Three bitches staring like they want to lick me
Meanwhile the girl in the back showing titties
It's about to be interesting
I lit up more woods got em going
Back to back shots of the hen got em pourin'
Couple more chicks hitting dabs in the corner
They getting all touchy
All feely they open
I ain't gotta dick but I do gotta boner
Ain't have to choose her she already chose me
Catching that play like O'dell when he open
Won't be an encore these curtains are closing
You know what I do got her ass in the room
She brought her friend that's two for two
Back to back nuts for you and for you
As soon as I bust i'm leaving this room
These hoes try to cuff but I got all my jewels
No cash just a card and I got that bitch too
Pulled off with a smile cause I drove em both wild
When they asked for my number I switcharoo'd
I call up the gang
Said let's run a train
That Mary Jane we bout to blow down
I just paid my bills
I'm swanging my wheels
My niggas all swanging them 4's now
We getting lit hot box the whip yea back to my place
Cruising on the highway,
Fuck it cause its friday
We getting money and vibing
Good gas on deck we gone stay with that fire
Roll up that gas and I burn like a tire
Hit after Hit taking shot after shot
It ain't a party less we doing shit the high way
Long as I'm lit as fuck and I fuck
That's a good friday
Pimp when I walk don't need no cane
Big boss moves turn up ona lane
Made my way off Mary jane
This drip right here just call it rain
Come get sky high with Mr. Nice Guy
Hand roll up hit a bitch with the side eye
Baby lungs can't hit this he a Popeye
Oh my God baby whats a tot to a french fry
How I be rolling
You just cant control it
Count up my savings its mo' than
Smoother than hands with lotion
Can't hang with gang if he folding
Cuzzo he Locc'in He rolling
Can't play games like no YK
Got yo bitch on film like I'm Ray J
I call up the gang
Said let's run a train
That Mary Jane we bout to blow down
I just paid my bills
I'm swangin' my wheels
My niggas all swangin' them 4's now
We getting lit hot box the whip yea back to my place
Cruising on the highway,
Fuck it cause its friday
We getting money and vibing
Good gas on deck we gone stay with that fire
Roll up that gas and I burn like a tire
Hit after Hit taking shot after shot
It ain't a party less we doing shit the high way
Long as i'm lit as fuck and I fuck
That's a good friday
Writer(s): Alexis Raglin, Selvin Rodgers
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