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barely a team – fuck a friday lyrics

[intro]
there’s a whole lotta sh-t that can turn you into an ex
talk too f-ckin’ much, you don’t know when to shut up

[verse 1: barely a team]
b-tch i got lean in my lunch box
i open it up in the gun shop
let ’em come out like these f-gs be hidin’
make your b-tch wet like she go sea divin’
you see me drivin’ in the drop top beam got the gas like kerosene
i’m pvc pipin’, piping your b-tch got her stretched out limousine
double cup packin’ in 5th grade
i knew lil auxy in 6th grade
f-ckin’ that b-tch like some bricks laid
hide in that -ss like some thick shade
woke up today with the b-tch in my bed
ask for some food and that b-tch gave me bread
make her realise what i actually said
and then she got hit with the maximum lead
no matter what i do or what the f-ck i say
i never know what to do on a friday
so when you just talk, imma just do it
when you say friday, imma yell screw it

[bridge]
actin’ like a gold digger
you don’t know how to be loyal
you know you ain’t doing sh-t wit’ ya self
i hate dingy -ss hoes

[verse 2: lil auxy]
aye f-ckin’ that b-tch in the vip aye
30 my neck got the drip d-mn
i just be f-ckin’ that b-tch
wit’ her lips on my d-ck cuz i’m really wit’ the sh-ts aye
i got them bars poppin’ them pilly’s just like a rockstar
smokin’ that gas in the foreign car
with the balmains cuz i flex hard
i been gettin’ money b-tch you better start
talkin’ all that sh-t get ripped hard
when them shooters pull up in them tinted cars
pourin’ up a 4 cuz i work hard for this sh-t aye
lean got me fazed smokin’ loud like all day
i been trappin’ hard since the 1 first grade
all i gotta say is f-ck a friday lil b-tch

[verse 3: barely a team]
hop in the coupe that i copped aye
i do what i do punch a cop aye
i come home from the sock like the hop aye
she come over just for the c-ck aye
this c0ke in my nose i’m feelin’
got me flipped over like the floor to the ceiling
is it something i’m dealing
it’s coming onto me like you main b-tch kneeling
jumping on clovers like i am not lucky
hop in the rover don’t toss me no truck keys
hop on this d-ck like she scared like chucky
all on my sh-t while she callin’ you buddy
stepping on walkers yeah i can not stand them
reppin’ these honours but i can not man them
flippin’ and movin’ these bars i can’t handle
sippin’ the chuggin’ i clutch on this handle

[outro: barely a team]
i feel so far away, today
where’s the weekend gone anyway
all i say is f-ck a friday

- barely a team lyrics

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