A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Straight to the highway man, it's freaky friday
Ridin down the highway on a friday
On they twitter writing novels, see
I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb
The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Let the mack speak if he's out on friday
The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated
Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit
Going to train on spiders
Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls
The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated
I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick
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