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Fridays
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fridays was released on November 28, 2025 by breadaholic as a part of the album Fridays - Single
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Release DateNovember 28, 2025
Labelbreadaholic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
breadaholic 2
breadaholic 2
Vibraphone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
breadaholic 2
breadaholic 2
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
breadaholic 2
breadaholic 2
Engineer

Lyrics

(**** not fucking wit' me, man)
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Yeah, uh
It was a crazy lil' Friday
I fucked on two bitches, I drank so much, can't feel my liver
My mother don't even know that I get turned up on Fridays, I handle that liquor (Yeah)
Went raw in that bitch, told me she was pregnant
I lay her down, then I'ma kick it
Yeah, I'm toting them 7s, 11s
I got like 200 bullets in my pocket, I'm triggered
Lay a bag on the table, I'ma flip it
Smoking that gas, yeah, I'm smoking that grabba
**** wanna be me, he want what I got and he want what's coming right after, yeah
Shoot a **** in his chest, I'ma stand over top of him and I'ma blast him, yeah
Shorty be sucking and slurping, she stretching that pussy like Mr. Fantastic, yeah
Hermès blanket, I'm rocking with two bad bitches in the back of my Honda
Round one and round two, I'm ripping open all these condoms
I want a bitch who look like she wanna battle Thanos in fucking Wakanda
Shorty buns put me to sleep, and I got them racks hanging out of my pajamas
She wanna fuck on the team
Ain't cuffing a bitch that's building a roster
Me and A-Jub just stole on a ****
We spinning right back, hit your block up
****, they running they mouth
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you saying
Lighting the gas, I'm puffing the pain
I light up on a flame
It was a crazy lil' Friday
I fucked on two bitches, I drank so much, can't feel my liver
My mother don't even know that I get turned up on Fridays, I handle that liquor (Yeah)
Went raw in that bitch, told me she was pregnant
I lay her down, then I'ma kick it
Yeah, I'm toting them 7s, 11s
I got like 200 bullets in my pocket, I'm triggered
Lay a bag on the table, I'ma flip it
Smoking that gas, yeah, I'm smoking that grabba
**** wanna be me, he want what I got and he want what's coming right after, yeah
Shoot a **** in his chest, I'ma stand over top of him and I'ma blast him, yeah
Shorty be sucking and slurping, she stretching that pussy like Mr. Fantastic, yeah
**** don't know what I'm—
**** don't know what I'm—
**** don't know what I'm saying
Puffing the pain
Puffing the pain
Puffing the pain
Written by: breadaholic 2
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