L Young - FRIDAY (feat. Spades)

(Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday)
(Oh no)
(Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday)
(Mmm)
(Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday)
(Yeah)
I'll flip a brick, on Monday
I'll hit a lick, on Tuesday
I hit ya bitch on Wednesday
Thursday I'm at home, fuck you thought
Friday, niggas outside on ya block
Saturday, running red lights fuck the law
Sunday, huh, Sunday, we gon' go to church, pray to God to forgive us
I'll flip a brick, on Monday
I'll hit a lick, on Tuesday
I hit ya bitch on Wednesday
Thursday I'm at home, fuck you thought
Friday, niggas outside on ya block
Saturday, running red lights fuck the law
Sunday, huh, Sunday, we gon' go to church, pray to God to forgive us
Never cheating on my bitch, I'll never do that again
It's called cheating for a reason, that the end you don't win
I can say all of that shit, she still gonna mess with your friends
You could be trying ya hardest, and she'll make that shit end
You could be down in a bottle, contemplating the end
I just want you to know, that Imma see you again
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(I just want you to know, that Imma see you again)
I'll flip a brick, on Monday
I'll hit a lick, on Tuesday
I hit ya bitch on Wednesday
Thursday I'm at home, fuck you thought
Friday, niggas outside on ya block
Saturday, running red lights, fuck the law
Sunday, huh, Sunday, we gon' go to church, pray to God to forgive us
I'll flip a brick, on Monday
I'll hit a lick, on Tuesday
I hit ya bitch on Wednesday
Thursday I'm at home, fuck you thought
Friday, niggas outside on ya block
Saturday, running red lights, fuck the law
Sunday, huh, Sunday, we gon' go to church, pray to God to forgive us(Look)
Ask God to forgive us, yeah we ride with the killas
They ain't feelin' hunnid spades, suicide with the mental, uh
My niggas front line, they'll die for the business
Ain't no politic aside, it's for life, I'm a villain
It's for life, Imma step, get it right or get left
Ain't no life, than it's death (uh, uh)
45 to his head
Can't deny what he said
Now his life in his hand
Yeah, he lied by the choice
They ain't ready when we pull up, full of guys throwin' bullets
And the boys drop a hunnid when they slide with the toys
Yeah, we say shit
One shot, send his ass to the matrix
Bend it all over like, damn baby shake it
See him in this club, with his chain, we gon' take it, uh
All I'm sayin', stop playin' with them niggas
All my niggas part of breakin' and instead just playing with the villains
I'll flip a brick, on Monday
I'll hit a lick, on Tuesday (Easy)
I hit ya bitch on Wednesday
Thursday I'm at home, fuck you thought
(Ohhh)Friday, niggas outside on ya block
Saturday, running red lights fuck the law
(Easy, baby)Sunday, huh, Sunday, we gon' go to church, pray to God to forgive us

Written by:
Logan LeCesne

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