T.G.I.F

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[Verse 1: Quilly] Uh, yeah, come on Ayo, bad bitches every day, get high every day Every day my nails dirty, countin' money every day I'm kind of chubby cuz I'm gettin' money My lo gear different, 200 for a rugby I can style on them, ball; foul on them I turn NY out, you went canal on them Fresh is for real, dressing to kill In a NY minute, I just jet to them bills It's 010, pull up in a 010 Hit you with a low blow, you ain't got no wind Let them women choose, I bet I get chosen I need money like Terell Owens, I go in I shit on niggas' and have them pissed off Set the stage on fire like one of Michael Vick's dogs I'ma big dog, from Uptown but the kush came from Crenshaw Now watch me kill them like abortion, Haines & Morton It's hot like a [?] but doing it like Morgans I was out there, youngin' sworn in and born in Used to do it for Jordans, now I do it for fortune Uh, thank god it's Friday, you do it your way I do it my way Light the haze up when I'm on the highway It feels so good, I thank god it's Friday
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