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Cook that shit up QuayBaby4 PocketsYeah that’s my dawg, yeahAdvertisements Yeah that’s my dawg for sureYeah that’s my dawgYeah that’s […]

LyricsAdvertisements Seems like I been runnin’ outta timeYeah, we still so youngAnd got so much to findWe can’t never let

Shit, nigga just goddamn snatched one of his daughters, now she trippin’We tellin’ these niggas, they can’t burn out, man,

LyricsAdvertisements You know lil’ Ced, that’s my nigga, I made him a millionaireNow, fuck it, we all richI ain’t tryna

Uh-oh, the game in troubleStarted off small, now they payin’ me doubleYeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeahUh-oh,

LyricsAdvertisements Don’t know how to feel, I got some feelings that I can’t explainYeah Clothes busted, nose dusty, watched the

[Chorus: Fridayy]I know you miss meWho it’s gon’ be if it ain’t me, lil’ baby?I’m in your city‘Cause I need it one more

LyricsAdvertisements I paid some extra before we even come outAnd don’t even wear it to show I ain’t playin’I hit

LyricsAdvertisements Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! I been type of guy she likes since middle schoolNever thought that I’d

LyricsA love letter came through the mail, it said, “I miss you”I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue,