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Mr. Cheeks - Friday Night lyrics
Ooohhh... Mad shit jumpin off, now I like this Ok, yeah, yeah hey yo Friday night, just got paid I'm runnin wit my mans we got plans of gettin laid up Sticky green burnin sittin on twenty's Pocket full of money and we hollerin the honeys yo Stress less of death and we let the chain swing Makin ??? we out for the same thing Hittin up the spot where they say is jumpin at I'm straight ?? and man I'm bringin somethin back Me and the wild one we just copped a nice one And two brand new toys fuck the price done Big nigga style say ? when I switch lanes Stay doin big thangs smoke while I get brains Line full of women can't wait to get in Checkin mo sippin ?? mo spittin Dancefloor packed do it in the doe stack Those that hit the C is get it get the ?? Now where the hoes at? Let's get it on and poppin Invite a few through, that's how the crew do DJ got the crowd jumpin The music from the speakers got the floor thumpin I'm tryna run in sumthin [Horace Brown] We go straight from the top down to the flo' We makin the crowds all the while down Smokin about a pound You know we be puttin it down It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby Sex make the beats so crazy You know we be knockin them out So what are you talkin about Yo, I got the cherry on G With me up in V-I-P And my bottles damn near empty I got this chick talkin shit in my ear Word I think she's tryna tempt me, tempt me Oh, I see things is on and poppin now The whole crowds hoppin out There's no stoppin now Mad chicks up in ?? all my niggaz wit me My shit takes off like a rocket While your pockets hurtin Niggaz mad because me and my team we bring the funk You and ?? motherfucker you gon' talk I keep my fresh on and the chick keep me me We mad dollar niggaz and we be some sticky green Holdin shit down Niggaz know what's on and poppin when I hits town Get down Honeys wanna take flicks Take sips of the licks and they shake hips Oh sho we go Baby... Why now... [Horace Brown] We go straight from the top down to the flo' We makin the crowds all the while down Smokin about a pound You know we be puttin it down It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby Sex make the beats so crazy You know we be knockin them out So what are you talkin about I slide boo I got the top drop They barricade the block ???? sneakers ?? pop You let us through the door Chicks attack the dancefloor ?? a ? war I see what it's back for I got my money team Rollin up gangsta lean We twistin up green I know you niggaz recognise Queens My ?? thirst liquor who you got wit ya I bang out shorty system now she want a picture And numbers she can wow So we can get foul I got a ?? going chicks y'all ain't goin now Yo all up in my face The speakers hit bass My niggaz wylin in the club with a open case Yo V-I-P chain my man spit game Yo kid it's not a game ya need to learn the name It's Q and W, ? boys one fam I put a ? like this we got it locked down [Horace Brown] We go straight from the top down to the flo' We makin the crowds all the while down Smokin about a pound You know we be puttin it down It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby Sex make the beats so crazy You know we be knockin them out Just shut your mouth Ahhh... Ooohh.... |
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