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DAZ DILLINGER : Weekend lyrics

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DAZ DILLINGER lyrics : "Weekend"

(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, $$# 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 ^!$$%z screamin' what's yo' name
And uh, buyin' roses and the best champagne
She can see through the glass that yo' $$# 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 %#@!

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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z smooth but ^!$$% 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 #[email protected]
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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