Friday - Aint Going Back To Average lyrics

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Friday - Aint Going Back To Average lyrics

I k** a n***a for my brother I [?] a n***a for my sister When you a shooter they gon' miss you When you a shooter they gon' miss you I told my momma I'm a savage Like my god I'm doing damage Thirty thousand for the package Thirty thousand for the package I ain't going back to average (x4) Your n***a blowing racks in the back of the vic New money got my exes doing brand new sh** My ex-girl giving head like it's a brand new dick Too bad I'm upscale I need a brand new b**h I hate when people call my phone because I don't save numbers Gotta go through all my messages I'm trynna remember I'm a young [?] boy but my heart in December Put a price on your head I got k**ers I send em Why do people try and use me? I think that it's amusing When you got two girls it get confusing I got it all don't wanna lose it I k** a n***a for my brother I [?] a n***a for my sister When you a shooter they gon' miss you When you a shooter they gon' miss you I told my momma I'm a savage Like my god I'm doing damage Thirty thousand for the package Thirty thousand for the package I ain't going back to average I ain't going back to poor When you coming from the ghetto you just want a little more Last quarter tied up You just praying for a score Cut the coco with the soda, trynna stretch a little more Got that two cups like where the pain go? When you rich and you fall off, watch where your name go Got two black girls I don't do lame hoes Got too much money, ain't a place I can't go Ex girl calling me, I think you should let it go How your feelings come up, when the money come up? Oh your new n***a shoot? Tell the p**y run up I'm the man in my city how you gonna run us? Got a long a** choppa, nick name tour bus Cut a little n***a throat, n***a no short cuts Cuttin up, in the cut, with a pretty little s*ut Got a blunt rolled up and she begging me to f** I k** a n***a for my brother I [?] a n***a for my sister When you a shooter they gon' miss you When you a shooter they gon' miss you I told my momma I'm a savage Like my god I'm doing damage Thirty thousand for the package Thirty thousand for the package Nah I ain't going back to average