Raekwon Friday Lyrics

Immobilarity Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro (skit)
  • 2 Yae Yo
  • 3 Casablanca
  • 4 100 Rounds
  • 5 Real Life
  • 6 Power
  • 7 Skit Nº1
  • 8 All I Got Is You, Part II
  • 9 Jury
  • 10 Fuck Them
  • 11 Skit Nº2
  • 12 Live From New York
  • 13 My Favorite Dred
  • 14 Friday
  • 15 The Table
  • 16 Sneakers
  • 17 Raw
  • 18 Pop Shit
  • 19 Heart to Heart
  • 20 Forecast
  • 21 Outro
  • Friday *****
    What's the word
    You got something for me
    I'm a see you in two seconds
    Right, yo pull my Rover on the side
    Right there police coming man
    Heard me

    Yo up in the game on four in the morning
    And it's storming and we blitzed
    Just rocked another wig yeah we on it
    God had blood on his sweat pants

    The way the tech dance
    On a ***** face
    Son ain't have a chance
    Seen him high pitch yellow *****

    From outta town a young mellow ally
    Trying to run through
    Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
    When we caught him the only famous *****

    Was a lord in his forum
    Bum ***** fresh outta jail
    I used to play baseball wid him
    'Til he got large son bought a whale

    As you're by the entrance
    Guess it's real ***** night out
    He moving on his own negligence
    Yo Lexxy strap up meet you in the back

    In the Acura spectacular big key stackeler
    Seen a ***** gymed down fresh haircut
    Trying to swim now
    Aqua green Avias on brim style wild

    We walked by eyeing I'm
    Shorty ain't looked
    He trying to get fly
    My *****s ain't dived on him

    Kase had the mack in the vest
    The way he moving might be dressed
    He made two rights ***** move left
    Standing by the incinerator

    Thank God he your generator
    I can tell bought his lady swade gators
    Yo now it's time to move
    Spit nozzles on the tools

    Might just bust him quiet style rules
    He walked out the crib yup drinked
    We at the elevator base
    Staring at the ***** chains shake

    We looked at him seen all crooked
    The we flashed on him
    He knew we was live
    My man Boo stashed on him

    Pulled out take of the wool
    ***** cool out
    Walk you out the bulding
    Betta run ***** move out

    This ***** liver than ****
    Larger than **** betta kill me
    All y'all *****s is butt
    What spray it up

    Took the chains in case
    Shot him at point blank range
    He started screaming like a cave man
    Blood got a salty taste

    I can tell furniture fell out his place
    Laced now it's a case
    Threw up vomit on my Kobe
    Snatched all his ice now

    Chrome teeth boating of a loan key
    Didn't know the kid was large
    Hour later call from jail
    Mexicans surrounding the Gods

    Chill you bigga than the ocean
    Slow motion play it off no emotion
    But my man in there grossing
    What to do they might kill him

    We might kill you circulate death
    That's how the real do
    We sat there 3 live macks of the year
    Crack beers one ***** in the back

    Washing off his trackers
    Don't take it serious
    Vivid flow luxurious
    I'm hearing this'll

    Make a real ***** curious
    Friday my day chill pop
    Leave 'em on the highway
    Betty won't never fly my way

    Written by: Sean Kelly, Corey Woods
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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