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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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