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letra de fuxk friday - damedot

[verse 1]
ayy, damedot racks got a whole lotta holes (whole lotta, mwah)
got a shoe fetish and a whole lotta clothes (more sh-t)
plugged out in oakland, send a whole lotta ‘bows (the bay)
self-made boss if you n-ggas ain’t know (you know now)
no housewife, b-tch, i’m lookin’ for a freak (lookin’ for a freak)
white buffs look like they came off a sink (on god)
ride around the city with a stick on the seat (yeah, yeah)
move the wrong way, i’ma put you on a tee (drrt)
lotta dirty money, i’m just tryna clean it up (okay)
lookin’ like a snack, said she wanna eat me up (i hear you)
she eat the d-ck, make a mess, clean it up (she got sk!lls)
put the d-ck on her, now she tryna beat me up (she wanna fight)
you ain’t no scale if i put them grams on you (if i front you)
this ain’t no hookup when i put my mans on you (he on your ass)
not no massage if i put my hands on you (for real)
its gon’ get tragic if i put them bands on you
[chorus]
f-ck friday, every day, i get a paycheck (paycheck)
daydreamin’, thinkin’ ’bout some money i ain’t made yet
gotta stay strapped, face popper in the latex (face popper)
take my thick b-tch to cali, buy her fake br–sts (mwah)
i just popped two rps, i ain’t ate yet (i ain’t ate)
i just f-cked two new b-tches i ain’t date yet (ayy, ayy, ayy)
team bay eatin’, n-ggas still ain’t got a plate check (rgs)
put a three-five in a ‘wood, i’ma face that

[verse 2]
just touched down, bag already twirled (already twirled)
got turned around, twelve pints of the syrup (drank)
thousand-pack of rs, i ain’t f-ckin’ with no girl (h-ll nah)
too many hoes, i could never have a girl (i could never have a girl)
triple s, big bs, jeans twelve-fifty (amiri)
she a real freak, want the nut on her titties (ugh)
straight drop red, paid a hundred for [?][1:18] (straight drop)
high as dog sh-t, ’bout to od like whitney (’bout to die)
f-ck friday, every day, i got a bankroll (bankroll)
benz got me lookin’ like a martian, innersp-ce jones (yeah)
jeans, amiri’s made those, n-gga, these my sp-ce clothes (sp-ce clothes)
i don’t hound no b-tch, boy, i replace hoes (on god)
i just left barney’s, spent a roll on nothin’ (on nothin’)
ask mj out in cali, i’m with sutton (that’s my boy)
drippin’ in the empire party, left a puddle (drippin’)
get a n-gga wiped, my dog only want a couple
[chorus]
f-ck friday, every day, i get a paycheck (paycheck)
daydreamin’, thinkin’ ’bout some money i ain’t made yet
gotta stay strapped, face popper in the latex (face popper, pop, pop)
take my thick b-tch to cali, buy her fake br–sts (titties)
i just popped two rps, i ain’t ate yet (i ain’t eat)
i just f-cked two new b-tches i ain’t date yet (both of ’em)
team bay eatin’, n-ggas still ain’t got a plate check (the mafia)
put a three-five in a ‘wood, i’ma face that

[outro]
are you in the mafia?
am i in a what?
whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
i’m in the waste-management business
everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up

- damedot

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