Crookwood - Any Given Friday lyrics

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Crookwood - Any Given Friday lyrics

[Intro] Yeah f** this sh** This sh** ain't going right I'm-a have to move like I used to move This sh** ain't cool Yeah, you know what I'm talking about Back home, you know? [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Spend money on d** and drink, it's been funny out here You looking for love? It ain't...it ain't sunny out here Hit you in the tummy out here, that's how I live life Never enjoying the cash flow but now my kids might That's how I'm doing this, this sh** ain't for you f** the family sh**, motherf**er, because you're in it for you, right? I used to be in it to do right, but now I'm-a do it like I used to Because night-by-night, day-by-day, I tried to juice dudes And they got used to it, took a kindness for weakness Before you met me, you n***as was heatless With hella n***as to creep with, so you thought you was hard You used to ride the bus, now you got you a car Now, you flex-flossing, you know how it is when you're bigger than the next You be the money-making n***a with a vest, always in a mess Because it's the sign of the times, telling me "n***a, move on" My desire for music is too strong, I'm Mr. f**ing Do-Wrong If I got to drop you, type sh**, and I deal with it as it comes to me You nitwit, I rip sh**, just as quick as I get sh** Slip sh** all in the clips, this ain't no chunk-'em homie sh** [Hook] On any given Friday Why they wanna test me on any Friday It's meat fry day Got to have it my way I got my own recipe because n***as wanna mess with me Your chest will bleed now [x2] [Verse 2: Crookwood] I'm like a white blood cell when I'm not up in the blood stream Mean mug me, until I hit you with the red beam Fake-a** n***as be bumping their gums But we don't do that punk-a** sh** where we're from Because snitches and fake b**hes get more than stitches I got 16 switches for your motherf**ing britches I'm ghetto as f**, I eat off of broken dishes I'm not a genie but I can grant your a** three wishes I flow through traffic like blood through veins So, all that internet gang-bang sh** mean a motherf**ing thing Trying to gain fame off the next n***a name Rather write it on a bullet and put it in your brain Now you know Phonk Beta gets all up in your pores Stop fronting in your bricks while saying it's yours Next time you see me, punk, you better bring your heater Never really like your a** even back on Manzanita [Hook] [x4]