405 Fridays Lyrics by Defari

405 Fridays Lyrics

    [defari]
    Aiyyo i think it's time i let 'em know how i gets down
    (what's that?) how we do what we do
    From where we from.. (what y'all do?)

    I hit the freeway on a friday, the highway
    Feelin real good like when the lakers traded vlade
    Could that be sade' in the next lane?
    I see her through my windowpane, i wonder if she knows that cat dwayne
    Johnson, nah probably not
    I'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot
    I, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what?)
    Trees lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit
    It's time to mount up, tonight another show
    Gotta let the whole world know how it go strictly professionals
    We're never amateur, pure like lightning
    Whether on stage, or holdin the page writin
    Or freestylin, on radio frequencies
    Los ange-les, city of scanda-lies, cash and (??)

    [chorus: defari]
    'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's
    Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)
    'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's
    Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(?)

    [defari]
    Aiyyo i'm nice with the ball like paul pierce
    Them brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce
    Ahh, to each his own so i choose to maintain
    Ready to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots
    I, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless
    Broads hear the name, see the frame, and they adore this
    Hundred and ninety, nigga known to get lively
    Plus put in work "between the sheets" like ron isley
    At the bar, herut the cognac star
    Ice courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars
    I'm smooth and ready like telly savales
    Likwit crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers

    [chorus]

    [defari]
    I wanna fly the world, like (??)
    Flies, to is-rael, and like ishmael valdez
    I pitch heat, lyrically
    Over rugged beats under the ground, from the mainstream
    See where i dwells, it's all about skills
    This mc walk the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels
    And freak new release with 1200 technics
    Every week, got a hall of fame game, like dominique
    Wilkins, yo evidence we sound killin
    Many rippertons word to etchin lab on my building
    Yo x, yo youse a raw deal nigga
    Barbershop flex, time to collect figures
    Yo (.. likwit crew ..) me and you
    We like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the state
    Almighty (?), whom of allah blesses me upon
    We straight keep keep keep it on

    [chorus] - 2x

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