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Them man say they blacked out I don't care if I know 'cause Them man want that (skrrrt, skrrrt) I prefer a chauffeur Only time we blackout is when them lights get blacked out And when them lights get backed out You already know 'cause She throw it where we sleepwalk (she does) She throw it on that sofa (she, she does) Going 'til she weak, got that heat She a soldier And she hates that I ain't got much time But she knows I can change that sofa to a throne Oh, and I'm ultra-nice with the saucy vibe you can call me Heinz Provide the right vibe King-size so you can call me 'your highness' Look, I read that songs of Solomon book I know it'd be like Solomon would So I might just give you king Solomon wood 'Cause you deserve a king, You keep my head straight There's a million different things inna me headspace And I guess I'ma have these Issues 'til I'm dead weight I'm forever wishing I could be there in a Segway Whoa, there's too much gang-ish happenin' There's too much gang-ish happenin' There's too much diss-ish happenin' There's too much that-ish happenin' I just wanna quiet Friday night wit' ya I don't wanna fight wit' ya I just wanna keep it nice wit' ya I just wanna quiet Friday night wit' ya I don't wanna fight wit' ya I just wanna keep it nice wit' ya Wit' ya Wit' ya Wit' ya Yeah, yeah There ain't ever been much love for these streets babe It's cold out here I miss them sheets babe 'Til I'm right just keep me on replay Replay, play I know exactly what she hates yeah I'm here then and im gone again I just want to drop a tape And make enough money to run away to a foreign place, on holiday But don't you worry babe 'cause im coming babe Turn your sleepy chamber to a working place I'm gonna have you moaning, 'fore you wake up plain Cold to comfy babe, working every day So much gang-ish running through my headphones No love being played on my radio Late nights working at my desk, bruised my elbows Make sure them lights are blacked out for when I get home There's too much gang-ish happenin' There's too much gang-ish happenin' There's too much diss-ish happenin' There's too much that-ish happenin' I just wanna quiet Friday night wit' ya I don't wanna fight wit' ya I just wanna keep it nice wit' ya I just wanna quiet Friday night wit' ya I don't wanna fight wit' ya I just wanna keep it nice wit' ya Wit' ya babe (vibes, melo) Wit' ya Wit' ya yeah (vibes) Baby I just wanna quiet Friday wit' ya
Writer(s): Manish Khullar, James Stewart Summers, Luke Richard Aumanu Petterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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