
Fridays WokEmDown (Ft. TRAPBOYDRAKO)
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[Intro: TD GlizZzy & TD Ceasar ]
Aye, yuh, aye, aye, yuh
We got Hectors on the table, bitch
Uh, yuh, aye
Shout out Matrix!
Aye, aye, oh
Shout out Matrix!
Yuh, aye, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Chorus: TD GlizZzy]
On Fridays, I fuck on your bitch, (Ou)
On Saturdays, I fuck on your ex, (Yuh)
On Fridays, I pop percoset, (Uh)
On Mondays, I'm poppin' on X, (Ou)
On Fridays, I fuck on your bitch, (Ou)
On Saturdays, I fuck on your ex, (Yuh)
Fridays, I pop percoset, (Yuh)
On Mondays, I'm poppin' on X, (Ou)
[Verse 1: TD Ceasar]
Foreign bitches, fast cars
Bust a choppa, off a bar
Smoke a bitch, like a cigar
I'm so high, talkin' to stars
200, on the dash, on the freeway, (Ou)
Called her up, I said, "Bitch, let's have a threeway, (Ou)
Smoke a bitch, my choppa is the ashtray, (Ou)
To hell, my fuckin' Glock is your pathway, (Ou)
I could fuck on foreign bitches all day, (Ou)
But ain't no day as good as fuckin' Friday, (Ou)
Pay attention, to my payroll, (Yuh)
Where you runnin', bitch, that ain't the way home, (Yuh)
Step back, 'cause my choppa stay close, (Yuh)
On Fridays, I'm smokin' on like eight bowls, (Ou)
Aye, yuh, aye, aye, yuh
We got Hectors on the table, bitch
Uh, yuh, aye
Shout out Matrix!
Aye, aye, oh
Shout out Matrix!
Yuh, aye, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Chorus: TD GlizZzy]
On Fridays, I fuck on your bitch, (Ou)
On Saturdays, I fuck on your ex, (Yuh)
On Fridays, I pop percoset, (Uh)
On Mondays, I'm poppin' on X, (Ou)
On Fridays, I fuck on your bitch, (Ou)
On Saturdays, I fuck on your ex, (Yuh)
Fridays, I pop percoset, (Yuh)
On Mondays, I'm poppin' on X, (Ou)
[Verse 1: TD Ceasar]
Foreign bitches, fast cars
Bust a choppa, off a bar
Smoke a bitch, like a cigar
I'm so high, talkin' to stars
200, on the dash, on the freeway, (Ou)
Called her up, I said, "Bitch, let's have a threeway, (Ou)
Smoke a bitch, my choppa is the ashtray, (Ou)
To hell, my fuckin' Glock is your pathway, (Ou)
I could fuck on foreign bitches all day, (Ou)
But ain't no day as good as fuckin' Friday, (Ou)
Pay attention, to my payroll, (Yuh)
Where you runnin', bitch, that ain't the way home, (Yuh)
Step back, 'cause my choppa stay close, (Yuh)
On Fridays, I'm smokin' on like eight bowls, (Ou)
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