Friday Lyrics by Raekwon The Chef

Friday Lyrics

    Friday nigga
    Whats the word
    You got something for me
    I'ma see you in 2 seconds
    Right, yo pull my rover on the side
    Right there police coming man
    Heard me

    Verse 1:

    Yo up in the game on 4 in the morning
    And it's storming and we blitzed
    Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
    God had blood on his sweat pants
    The way the tech dance
    On a nigga face
    Son ain't have a chance
    Seen him high pitch yellow nigga
    >from outta town a young mellow ally
    Trying to run through
    Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
    When we caught him the only famous nigga
    Was a lord in his forum
    Bum nigga fresh outta jail
    I used to play baseball wid him
    'til he got large son bought a whale
    As you're by the entrance
    Guess it's real nigga night out
    He moving on his own negligence
    Yo lexxy strap up meet you in the back
    In the acura spectacular big key stackeler
    Seen a nigga gymed down fresh haircut
    Trying to swim now
    Aqua green avias on brim style wild
    We walked by eyeing 'im
    Shorty ain't looked
    He trying to get fly
    My niggas ain't dived on him
    Kase had the mack in the vest
    The way he moving might be dressed
    He made two rights nigga move left
    Standing by the incinerator
    Thank god he your generator
    I can tell bought his lady swade gators
    Yo now it's time to move
    Spit nozzles on the tools
    Might just bust him quiet style rules
    He walked out the crib yup drinked
    We at the elevator base
    Staring at the nigga chains shake
    We looked at him seen all crooked
    The we flashed on him
    He knew we was live
    My man boo stashed on him
    Pulled out take of the wool
    Nigga cool out
    Walk you out the bulding
    Betta run nigga move out
    This nigga liver than fuck
    Larger than fuck betta kill me
    All y'all niggas is butt
    What spray it up
    Took the chains in case
    Shot him at point blank range
    He started screaming like a cave man
    Blood got a salty taste
    I can tell furniture fell out his place
    Laced now it's a case
    Threw up vomit on my kobe
    Snatched all his ice now
    Chrome teeth boating of a loan key
    Didn't know the kid was large
    Hour later call from jail
    Mexicans surrounding the gods
    Chill you bigga than the ocean
    Slow motion play it off no emotion
    But my man in there grossing
    What to do they might kill him
    We might kill you circulate death
    That's how the real do
    We sat there 3 live macks of the year
    Crack beers one nigga in the back
    Washing off his trackers
    Don't take it serious
    Vivid flow luxurious
    I'm hearing this'll
    Make a real nigga curious
    Friday my day chill pop
    Leave 'em on the highway
    Betty won't never fly my way

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