Cadet, Shakka - Friday to Sunday feat. Shakka

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Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P Sunday
Pour it up, Stir it up for the like
They don’t know about, know about road
But everyone’s like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P Sunday
Pour it up, Stir it up for the like
They don’t know about, know about road
But everyone’s like
Look see I understand. Yeah man understand
They everybody wanna bang bang
And shout gang gang
With a couple man
Bruddas man they fake their life
Want the road but don’t want the can
Bruddas Bruddas Bruddas want my number
You can’t get it but your
Nah man get it get it I go, Beef to set it set it you go
Oh your a calm guy but then a mad man
Man I get it get it you hope, Me I’m a calm guy I’m whistling
I took your girl, Now you want beef
Telling me I should know better, But taking babies is haram beef
See I didn’t think we’d have shit in common
Bro we’ve actually got some
You listen to a little uzi, We’ve actually got one
So Scarface before you get em going, Road life you haven’t chosen
Getting gassed over empire, now your lighting with your cookie on
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P Sunday
Pour it up, Stir it up for the like
They don’t know about, know about road
But everyone’s like
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P Sunday
Buss my gun Friday
R.I.P Sunday
Pour it up, Stir it up for the like
They don’t know about, know about road
But everyone’s like
Captain spice on ice
I just wanna feel em ride
I ain’t the stuntin type
I just wanna beat em bright
Throw in the way some more
Show her what slow dances for
She wants the D from all the rap lords