Its a friday and the bass was bumpin The honeyz was the party was jumpin It wasnt for everybody knew (just blaze) on the B-box (Young Gunz) Travel wit the rock Before I hit the club hit the spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and
Its like midas as I was told C was on the block 13 years old I don't to brag I had the meanest bag the was my peeps I was half took charge of the block A the ave still bringin cash on the scene At still gloves and mask as I proceed mad Mats, mad gats, mad hollow Ya man actin crazy roll wit the kid been hella pimpin You already know it is, they don't gotta notice the whip I done show them the wrist, they already know Chris And know tha to stick to the script It don't last hit 'em and I last long Can't drive em south send 'em in a cab home You takin mad long bags gone I got a dime for you time for me pass on
Its a friday and the bass was bumpin The honeyz was rockin the party was It long for everybody knew (just blaze) What's on the (Young Gunz) Travel wit the heat Before I hit the hit the weed spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and
in effect vest, mach in the tech Show you how to clap wit perfect they actin a mess We from north free, peedie crack And the rest mac south side O and Back on the west we the of the new school Heated cause my jewls cool get my cool weekend its a new crew bout to set the record staight Soon as the record break ship T2 more to the store it levatate
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Its a friday night and the was bumpin The honeyz was rockin the was jumpin It wasnt long for knew (just blaze) on the B-box (Young Gunz) Travel wit the rock Before I hit the club hit the weed it goes 1, 2 ,3,and
We the and the future You might as well get to us We been around a minute givin 'em what they The niggas they never But still sick to they stomache once they about the gunnaz Yeah they they girl Comin you try to tell her "Please baby wear that" But she's on her own think she aint tryna that You knowin whats gonna after the party C and Neef up in the we fishin out the lobby after back she trippin all off that army me Cuff my lib not even probably the Hereso chickens get bodied We you how we switch up better than the party Did it in the me slippin out hardly baby baretta Tucked the addition we army hit niggas up Then we breeze off calmly bucky me the ROC behind me Yup
Its a friday and the bass was bumpin The honeyz was rockin the was jumpin It long for everybody knew (just blaze) What's on the (Young Gunz) Travel wit the heat Before I hit the club hit the weed it goes 1, 2 ,3,and
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