Friday Night (Explicit)
Young Gunz"Friday Night (Explicit)" is a song by Young Gunz, released in 2004 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:38 long and contains 82 lines and 697 words.
Lyrics
0:173 2 1 Go
0:19Its a friday night and the bass was bumpin
0:21The honeyz was rockin the party was jumpin
0:23It wasnt long for everybody knew (just blaze)
0:26What's on the B-box
0:28Travel wit the heat rock
0:30Before I hit the club hit the w**d spot it goes 1 2 3 and
0:37Its like king midas as I was told
0:39Young C was on the block 13 years old
0:42I don't mean to brag
0:43I had the meanest bag the suppliers was my peeps
0:45I was bringin half took charge of the block
0:48A pean the ave still bringin cash on the scene
0:51At last still gloves and mask as I proceed mad
0:54Mats mad gats mad hollow seed
0:56Ya man actin crazy roll wit the kid playa been hella pimpin
0:58You already know what it is they don't gotta notice the whip
1:01I done show them the wrist they already know that Chris
1:03And they know tha to stick to the script
1:05It don't last long hit 'em and I last long
1:08Can't drive em south long send 'em in a cab home
1:10You takin mad long getcha bags gone
1:12I ain't got a dime for you time for me pass on
1:15Its a friday night and the bass was bumpin
1:17The honeyz was rockin the party was jumpin
1:19It wasnt long for everybody knew (just blaze)
1:22What's on the B-box (Young Gunz)
1:24Travel wit the heat rock
1:26Before I hit the club hit the w**d spot it goes 1 2 3 and
1:34Back in effect vest mach in the tech
1:35Show you how to clap wit perfect when they actin a mess
1:38We from north PHILLY free peedie crack
1:39And the rest mac south side O and sparks
1:41Back on the west we the leaders of the new school
1:44Heated cause my jewls cool get my jewls cool
1:46Every weekend its a new crew bout to set the record staight
1:48Soon as the record break ship T2 more to the store wath it levatate
1:52Yeah we never late early in the game
1:54We brought pain yup heavy spen up in every state yeah
1:57You bond to hate tiered of the boad and tape
1:597-60 bound to scape put 'em all around ya face
2:01Time to cool walk in ya place get every dime
2:04You got up out of ya safe plus you gettin more surronded wit bait
2:07Before the law come surroundin ya place
2:08My dogs get every pound of ya cake
2:10Its a friday night and the bass was bumpin
2:12The honeyz was rockin the party was jumpin
2:15It wasnt long for everybody knew (just blaze)
2:17What's on the B-box (Young Gunz)
2:20Travel wit the heat rock
2:22Before I hit the club hit the w**d spot it goes 1 2 3 and
2:29We the present and the future
2:30You might as well get used to us
2:32We been around a minute givin 'em what they wanted
2:33The niggas they never fronted
2:34But still sick to they stomache once they hear about the gunnaz
2:36Yeah they know they girl
2:38Comin you try to tell her ＂Please baby don't wear that＂
2:41But she's on her own think she ain't tryna hear that
2:43You knowin whats gonna happen after the party
2:45C and Neef up in the sweat we fishin out the lobby
2:48Back after back she trippin all off that army me
2:50Cuff my lib not even probably the gang
2:52Hereso these chickens get bodied
2:55We show you how we switch up better than the party
2:57Did it in the party me slippin out hardly baby baretta
2:59Tucked the addition we army hit them niggas up
3:01Then we breeze off calmly bucky right
3:04Behind me the ROC behind me
3:05Yup
3:06Its a friday night and the bass was bumpin
3:08The honeyz was rockin the party was jumpin
3:11It wasnt long for everybody knew (just blaze)
3:13What's on the B-box (Young Gunz)
3:16Travel wit the heat rock
3:18Before I hit the club hit the w**d spot it goes 1 2 3 and
3:26Chris and lil' Neefie
3:28Chris and lil' Neefie
3:30Chris and lil' Neefie
3:33Chris and lil' Neefie
3:35Chris and lil' Neefie
3:38Chris and lil' Neefie
3 2 1 Go 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) What's on the B-box Travel wit the heat rock Before I hit the club hit the w**d spot it goes 1 2 3 and Its like king midas as I was told Young C was on the block 13 years old I don't 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 don't gotta notice the whip I done show them the wrist they already know that Chris And they know tha to stick to the script It don't last long hit 'em and I last long Can't drive em south long send 'em in a cab home You takin mad long getcha bags gone I ain't got a dime for you time for me pass on 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) What's on the B-box (Young Gunz) Travel wit the heat rock Before I hit the club hit the w**d spot it goes 1 2 3 and 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 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 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) What's on the B-box (Young Gunz) Travel wit the heat rock Before I hit the club hit the w**d spot it goes 1 2 3 and We the present and the future 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 don't wear that＂ But she's on her own think she ain't 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 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) What's on the B-box (Young Gunz) Travel wit the heat rock Before I hit the club hit the w**d spot it goes 1 2 3 and Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie
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