Lyrics:
just pulled in
And it's only nine
So we've got a little time
So we pour a few
And we knock em back
And by ten it's time to ride
Got my girl by my side
Yea, uh huh, ooo no
Uh huh, ooo no
Break it down now
Yea, no
And they don’t bounce x3
They don’t bounce till it feel numb
They don’t bounce till it
Ok here we go
Freestyle friday number nine
Now before you jump the gun on anything
This is suppose to be like a house party type of song
Like 2004,
fine and every second I kept getting better
And for a minute there I thought I might even forget her
But then you, you walked on in looking like a
Ten
the ground
It's Friday night and I'm headed out on the town
I'm on demon time, oh, I had to double down Blowin' weed, yeah, I'm way off of the loud
She wants
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
you welcomed in this party
This bitch hit like Ronda Rousey, I'm astonished I'm astounding
I'm a comet coming down it, it's a God that I am founding
I
Had a lot of stress, had a lot of pain
Always second guessing hoping it was gonna change
Couldn’t talk to anyone about my situation
Anxiety was
dustin' up an old dirt road
There's something about a girl on the bench right beside you, ready to lose control
Something about a Friday night flyin' by
calm and take their seats
On our way down we may hit some turbulence
Go ahead and brace yourselves for a possible emergency landing
Welcome to America
When I was down bad, God had my back
Ain't no turning back, front line I stand
We drop again and again, showing the boys from the men
Yeah yeah
Hit
waylaid, an emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life, I crashed down
On the crossbar and the pain was enough to make a shy
Bald buddhist
way-laid
An emergency stop
I saw the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough to make
A shy, bald, Buddhist reflect
Happy summertime
Happy summertime
Happy summertime
Happy summertime
Ke Chrome Hydrauliks joh
Thank God
Thank God it's a Friday
Phinda mzala, boela
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
improved
You ain't real if you don't
Recognise what I represent
It's been a long time coming
Judging by these measurements ten years
Niggas can't undermine
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
ten years deep and out them ten years
I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine free
Amazin' right? I got a street team
That'll get paid to snipe
Yeah, by
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
matter, nightstick or bring your big trigger
Our nation is protected by some pro-Black niggas!
[Professor X]
Making note of some minors. I'm not talking
feel beaten, I don't bite back, go down on my knees for a reason
On-site Satan when I see him
BOW break that bread and eat it
I put my arm in the air
Meet me at the bagatelle parlour
Friday five o'clock's when we play, sir
Got lots of machines
They keep them all clean
Hey, we're leader board bound
that shit get touched by me
And this ain't just a story of some rags turned to riches, nah
This is motivation to anybody tryna' get it
Got my heavy
Headless Boogie
[Violent J]
It's Friday night, dark, scary
Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery
And its foggy, cold and smoggy
Hear a dog,
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