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Lyrics



Stogie T - Freakend ft Da LES Lyrics





I want the flyest one with the legs
She was running around with that nigga LES
Get them on the jet, let's connect
He be off the jets, I be climbing off a jet
It's a Friday, you know where I'm at
Somebody blowing their cheque

reprise
Ain't too many things better than the freakend
I'll be there, yeah yeah

verse 1
He sold you a dream like you were the one
But you were just one of, that was a one-off
When that nigga run off back to his wife
Eventually he gotta come home
But you got a bag that's double your payslip
Chick, what is you mad for
Motivation at the reallest table
It's a celebration for the whole team
We polishin' buckets of bubble
Leaving the club with a couple of trophies
No sleep, it's a new week
Call the homies with some new freaks

reprise
Ain't too many things better than the freakend
I'll be there, yeah yeah

verse 2
Me and Brady on a mission
Nothing shady, we're just tryna kick it
Couple ladies wanna visit
Cup's already in position
Fill them up with somethig made in the villa
Tipsy off the sippy, they getting frisky man
This shit is risky man, don't play with my missus
Back at the spot, a nigga get pushy
She tryna block his sniff of the pussy
Couple hours ago, she was freakend
Now that y'all alone, she tryna speak
You gotta go, pack your shit
Get on the phone, here come another freak

reprise
Ain't too many things better than the freakend
I'll be there, yeah yeah

verse 3
So many bottles, you can't see the ice
So many troubles, we drank and forgot
We fell and we make it
College registration, bond payments
Yeah, we carry a lot
Pardon my celebration, we go hard
When any one of us make it to the top, top
Paid the dealer for the reefer
Better be even louder than the speakers
Only the sour part for the tweakings
But I'm not a preacher, power to you niggas
With the pits keep fighting everybody
We gon see the cops pick up everybody

reprise
Ain't too many things better than the freakend
I'll be there, yeah yeah

verse 4
He got the ends, she got the friends
She walking in the Benz, look at her bend
Things shaping up, must be the squads
Tables in the club, must be the squad
Haters run amok, must be the buzz
Paper shut them up, yup that's what's up

reprise
Ain't too many things better than the freakend
I'll be there, yeah yeah