lirik lagu liplow – friday night
(produced by jet ryan)
[intro: sludge]
ay liplow, liplow what you doing man? man it’s friday, man we just got off work bro! i thought about maybe hitting the gym, but i already got the case. i mean we don’t even have to go to the gym. it’s, it’s possible, i mean~ i’m not really feeling it, i’m trying to just get lit. i mean 40’s sound good to me too though, i don’t know man. just let me know bro, there’s a banger going on. the man himself sent like everyone’s going to be there. it’s a move bro, yo hit me up please yo
[chorus: liplow] (2x)
friday night, let’s get f~cked up
sat~rday, fill up my cup
sunday evening, roll the blunt
all my dawgs, they on a hunt
[verse 1: liplow]
just copped a case and let’s get faded
f~ck all that sh~t~talk and hatred
juul’s. fake jewelery, julie’s jaded
slept in my bed, then she made it
last night, i hit the bar and i stayed
worst hangover since 2008
hand full of mary and a mouth full of jane
bacardi and the 40’s, the drinks don’t change
got the people that i started with
i’m there till we’re departed it’s
an uproar like the carter fifth
this chick just showed the bar her tits
and we love that sh~t
yeah she does that sh~t
so what if her chest is fake
she got them mclovin tits
[chorus: liplow] (2x)
friday night, let’s get f~cked up
sat~rday, fill up my cup
sunday evening, roll the blunt
all my dawgs, they on a hunt
[verse 2: liplow]
really i like being sober
but my team keep coming over
rolling paper like bulldozer
scary sight like terry rozier
smoking on that boston celtic
feeling way too lost and helpless
check just hit, i gotta yell it
money talks, you couldn’t tell it
mind~state golden, monta ellis
blood ice~cold, can’t tell what h~ll is
white boy wasted, rock star elvis
hit it raw, f~ck up her pelvis
outersp~ce, astronaut
cowboy sh~t, travis scott
i’m a king no camelot
only care for bands of guap
same old place, random spot
ran off with a random thot
sock on door, you have to knock
i got the game on pad and lock
[chorus: liplow] (4x)
friday night, let’s get f~cked up
sat~rday, fill up my cup
sunday evening, roll the blunt
all my dawgs, they on a hunt
[verse 3: sludge]
big crack titties in my face
percs and box, yeah i like that taste
drunk on a friday i don’t worry ’bout a case
i sip bacardi then i put it in her sp~ce
bad b~tch, i know she want my bone
i’m air dropping d~ck pics in her phone
i’m feeling on her silicone
she sing on my b~lls like a poo tiller song
thanos ain’t sh~t, i got infinity thotlet
b~tch look at the jim beam~ b~tch i done bought it!
power stone her ass on a throne
everything gucci, no need for clones
big meth, i ‘m down for the smoke
big tots, i know she want the stroke
shawty wet, let me drive the boat
put this dill pickle in her throat
then i ate her box like a blueberry scone (scone!)
[chorus: liplow]
friday night, let’s get f~cked up
sat~rday, fill up my cup
sunday evening, roll the blunt
all my dawgs, they on a hunt
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