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Friday Night Cypher (feat. Tee Grizzley, Kash Doll, Cash Kidd, Payroll, 42 Dugg, Boldy James, Drego, Sada Baby, Royce da 5'9 & Eminem)

アーティスト：Big Sean  アルバム：Detroit 2  作詞：Cash Kidd/Sean Anderson/Chauncey Hollis/Justin Miles Johnson, Martin McCurtis, Arkeisha Knight/Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr./Ryan Montgomery/Oba Rowland/Chad Hugo/Gene Thornton/Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/David Styles/Jason Phillips,/Samuel Johnson/Dior Giovanni Petty/Deandre Pearson/Dwane Weir II  作曲：Cash Kidd/Sean Anderson/Chauncey Hollis/Justin Miles Johnson, Martin McCurtis, Arkeisha Knight/Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr./Ryan Montgomery/Oba Rowland/Chad Hugo/Gene Thornton/Pharrell Williams/Terrence Thornton/David Styles/Jason Phillips,/Samuel Johnson/Dior Giovanni Petty/Deandre Pearson/Dwane Weir II  発売年：2020 

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This that clipse sample Fuck that talking let the clip slam 'em Yellow bands around them hundreds you know how much that is Too much to give me cash they had to wire me the back end Niggas in here looking tough you know that I got Mag in Ask me am I only rapping you know I got that bag in Band man like Lonnie, want my head, come find me Lil' bro in that bitch chilling he ain't trying to come home cocky He come home to a dollar and a mansion and a choppa And a desert on a dirt bike Vlone shirt and the Pradas Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smiling You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla Paint you red, throw you in the water They gonna think you a lobster, nigga I just dropped a kit you dropped out of school These hoes wanna be famous 'til they make the news All my bitches winning how it feel to lose? Nigga trying to get the box like he finna move Bitch, I'm at my pinnacle I used to shop at Pinnacle your nigga still drink Pinnacle Bitch your taste is pitiful I talk cash shit you ain't cash shit call up baby choppa Cash Kidd is still my cash kid You stay back like ad libs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch This New Era be cappin' Me Sean T off that Pusha T, ain't no pushing me, bro might put you on to T Dot my Is and cross my Ts, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet But bro can't put you on to me A+ pussy worth a B, nigga You niggas ain't with no B, fuck outta here I keep dying in my dreams but life's great when I stay woke Bet you love dreaming that's the only time you ain't broke Try me 40 make you back up like Dej Loaf and Big Sean Get triggered down Jhene Aiko Gotta keep Glock in the fanny nigga you know I'm finna to handle it Put a body on a ratchet I feel like Dr Miami Niggas try to ride my wave like they stopping a taxi On a six, in a Lam, but I'm not that bitch Mary But once they counted me out I came back with a vengeance And back-to-back Benzes, back-to-back winning Rap failed, oh well, gimme back my scale and a burn-out cell, I'll grow clientele 41 P I don't sell dreams, I wholesale P's, want half's nigga don't call me Don't insult me, wrist frosty, 'bout eighty what this shit cost me Don't worry I'll make it back before you sip coffee I roll with hustlers n' bosses, bosses n' hustlers, had to find my hustle I was lost in the gutter Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter Bitch it's BYLUG for life never crossing my brothers I fuck with six mile, not too much the seven, they free to fall That's your bitch, huh? well, get her together she fucking bro You know them road trips still a dub in, sub in Even if the party was seven the strip club ten I'm all in this bitch on the tether I'm throwing dubs still I put her in the Bentley matching rims free Told her keep the G Wagon plain don't even tint these Came fucking with a lame, dog you got her head big 300 a line for the wop I'm sipping red still I know how the feds feel I make it hard to catch me 'Cause selling corn still code word for reggies I ain't sign a deal yet fuck it I don't need 'em Everybody with me eating free my niggas 'til I see 'em He ain't dead, we ain't even jet back, ante up bitch Free them boys We gon' make it off the Ave, get a half then I shake it Some like a bad habit we ain't have it we gon' take it Came up off a fifty slab now my bag big as yappers Workers begging me for time off asking me for raises Playin' me since I was the accountant, bubble wrap it up and tape it All my bitches want allowance, plug asking me for favors I been out of town so long had to get reacquainted with the neighbors On the block all these cash we been raking Way before the rap when I was writing verses We was beating up the Ike like I was Tina Turner We was loading up the Glock and filling up the hearses Now I'm preaching like it's Sunday trying to teach the sermon Trying to teach 'em how to get it fill up they mammas' purses So they ain't standing in front of judge listing to the verdicts 'Cause we was standing on the block thugging with the serpents Get caught with Curtis Blow on me and they gon' close the curtains Million-dollar cars you can't merge in, BasedGod how I got my curse lift She gonna play her part so well you thought that she rehearsed it Don life worship, holly temple, synagogue, tabernacle, churches Look, I can't even chill I get active, overdoing everything my best and worst habit Shit be impossible 'til it happens, I never thought I'd see Kobe got before Magic That taught me first no seconds to waste, only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face Fuck you think she doing over here watching Netflix, beard game might just let it grow down to my neckless I don't hope for wins I expect it, adrenaline in me like it got injected My girl said I got communication issues, no I don't I just don't like sharing all my problems more than the results I bring the plan back to my team tell them go wild God, body, my physique, and my profile I did every single goal that I wrote down, checked it off it's old now And that shit give me chills, fuck I gotta take yours I'm the originator make it then I make more written in stone you can't forge You ain't on my level even if we in the same building on the same floor Oh boy, black out, dough boy, cash out, payroll, contract maxed out, cash kidd, cash cow, tapped in, now can't tap out Bitch keep thinking I'm sleeping, it's Tony on the monitor, I see your ass creeping in Little bitch, if it weren't for me you wouldn't exist, you get the gist?



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