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letra de any given friday - brotha lynch hung

[intro]
yeah
f-ck this sh-t
this sh-t ain’t going right
i’m-a have to move like i used to move
this sh-t ain’t cool
yeah, you know what i’m talking about
back home, you know?

[verse 1: brotha lynch hung]
spend money on drugs and drink, it’s been funny out here
you looking for love? it ain’t…it ain’t sunny out here
hit you in the tummy out here, that’s how i live life
never enjoying the cash flow but now my kids might
that’s how i’m doing this, this sh-t ain’t for you
f-ck the family sh-t, motherf-cker, because you’re in it for you, right?
i used to be in it to do right, but now i’m-a do it like i used to
because night-by-night, day-by-day, i tried to juice dudes
and they got used to it, took a kindness for weakness
before you met me, you n-ggas was heatless
with h-lla n-ggas to creep with, so you thought you was hard
you used to ride the bus, now you got you a car
now, you flex-flossing, you know how it is when you’re bigger than the next
you be the money-making n-gga with a vest, always in a mess
because it’s the sign of the times, telling me “n-gga, move on”
my desire for music is too strong, i’m mr. f-cking do-wrong
if i got to drop you, type sh-t, and i deal with it as it comes to me
you nitwit, i rip sh-t, just as quick as i get sh-t
slip sh-t all in the clips, this ain’t no chunk-’em homie sh-t

[hook]
on any given friday
why they wanna test me on any friday
it’s meat fry day
got to have it my way
i got my own recipe because n-ggas wanna mess with me
your chest will bleed now
[x2]

[verse 2: crookwood]
i’m like a white blood cell when i’m not up in the blood stream
mean mug me, until i hit you with the red beam
fake–ss n-ggas be bumping their gums
but we don’t do that punk–ss sh-t where we’re from
because snitches and fake b-tches get more than st-tches
i got 16 switches for your motherf-cking britches
i’m ghetto as f-ck, i eat off of broken dishes
i’m not a genie but i can grant your -ss three wishes
i flow through traffic like blood through veins
so, all that internet gang-bang sh-t mean a motherf-cking thing
trying to gain fame off the next n-gga name
rather write it on a bullet and put it in your brain
now you know phonk beta gets all up in your pores
stop fronting in your bricks while saying it’s yours
next time you see me, punk, you better bring your heater
never really like your -ss even back on manzanita

[hook]
[x4]

- brotha lynch hung

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