Friday Night lyrics

Artist  : Young Gunz 
Song : Friday Night
 


3,2,1 Go
[Chorus]
Its a friday night and
the bass was bumpin
the honeyz was rockin the
party was jumpin it wasnt
long for everybody
knew (just blaze)
Whats on the b box (Youn
Gunz)
Travel wit the heat rock
before I hit
the club hit the weed spot it goes 1,2,3,and
[Chris]
Its like king midas as I was
told
young C was on the block 13 years old I
dont mean to brag I
had the meanest bag the
suppliers was my peeps
I was bringin half took
charge of the block a
pean the ave still
bringin cash on the scene
at last still gloves
and mask as i proceed mad
mats, mad gats, mad
hollow seed,
Ya man actin crazy roll wit the
kid,
playa been hella pimpin
you already
know what it is, they dont gotta notice the
whip,
I don show them the wrist,
they
already know that chris and they know tha
to stick
to the script it don't last long
hittem and
i last long cant drive em south
long send em
in a cab home you takin mad long
get cha bags gone
I aint got a dime for you
time for me pass on

[Chorus
1x]

[Chris]
Back in effect vest, mach
in the tech, show
you how to clap wit perfect
when they actin a mess
we from north PHILLY
free, peedie crack
and the rest mac south side
O and sparks back on the
West we the leaders
of the new school,
heated cause my jewls cool
get my jewls cool every
weekend its a new crew
bout to set the
record staight soon as the
record break ship t2 more to
the store wath it
levatate

Neef
Yeah we never late early
in the game
we brought pain yup heavy spen up
in every state yeah you
bond to hate tiered of
the boad and tape
7 60 bound to scape put em
all around ya face time to
cool walk in ya
place get every dime
you got up out of ya safe
plus you gettin more surronded
wit bait before
the law come surroundin
ya place my dogs get
every pound of ya
cake

[Chorus]

[Neef]
We the
present and the futer you might
as well get
used to us we been around a minute givin
em
what they wanted the niggas they
never
fronted but still sick to they stomache
once they hear
about the gunnaz yeah they know
they girl
comin you try to tell her "Please
baby dont wear
that" but she's on her own
think she aint tryna
hear that you knowin
whats gonna happen after
the party C and Neef
up in the sweat we fishin
out the lobby back
after back she trippin all
off that army me ,
cuff my lib not even probably
the gang hereso
these chickens get bodied we
show you how we
switch up better than the party,
did it in the
party me slippin out hardly baby
baretta
tucked the addition we army hit them
niggas up
then we breeze off calmly bucky right
behind
me the ROC behind me Yup

[Chorus]
Chris
and lil neefie
[6x]