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Weekend

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Weekend

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(Feat. Johnta Austin)

[Chorus: Johnta Austin]

Tell your friends, to get with my friends

And we can be friends, and do it all weekend

Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend

From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday

[Daz]

Well I was chillin' sittin', smokin' in my Escalade

Cadillac pimpin', lookin' for a escapade

I saw some bad body with a beautiful face

What it is hoe, you ain't from around the way

You got everybody lookin' and ya know that

Hair right, outfit, ass so phat

On top of that baby girl know just how to throw that

Too fine for me to fight and try to hold back

I had to immediately hit her with some West Coast game

Cause uh, all these niggaz screamin' what's yo' name

And uh, buyin' roses and the best champagne

She can see through the glass that yo' ass is lame

She cool, she ain't trippin' off no cash flow

Cause she went to school and still puff-puff-pass though

Right in my alley, as we sat there shootin' the shit

I broke it down, broke it down to the shorty like this

[Chorus: Johnta Austin]

Tell your friends, to get with my friends

And we can be friends, and do it all weekend

Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend

From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday

[Daz]

I told the hoe "You ain't had it 'til you had mine"

I'ma make you forget the nigga name of the last time

I'ma have you in my bed beggin' me for halftime

And after that we smoke-smoke and have some red wine

I can see it in her eye, she got the program

And plus she know she ain't dealin' with a poor man

I'm in the mood for some candles and some slow jams

A lot of niggaz smooth but nigga I'm so down, and

(Girl I ain't playin' no games

I hope you're ready, for sure

I got the bubbly and a pound of that weed

and a pocket full of fetti, let's go

See all I want is some head and some pussy

And I'll tell ya, for sure

Girl I ain't playin' no games, I hope your ready)

{Is you ready?} (Let's go)

[Chorus: Johnta Austin]

Tell your friends, to get with my friends

And we can be friends, and do it all weekend

Smoke blunts, get drunk, do it all weekend

From Thursday to Friday to Saturday to Sunday

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