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See You Next Friday Video (MV)




Performed By: F Breezy
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Noah Fabrizio, Hayden Oslick




F Breezy - See You Next Friday Lyrics
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We be flyin' high, I say we goin' my way
Hop inside my whip, we speedin' down the motherf*ckin highway
He can't pass me, he can't f*ckin' match
Me, pull up in a driveway
But if he just wanna dip I'll say that I'll see you next Friday
I'm off the tree, tell him get some money You can't f*ck with me, tell your boy that
We don't f*ck with you and you can't f*ck with we
Yeah, cause this ain't for the faint of heart This shit ain't for the weak
But tell your girl to hop inside the Benz Cause that bitch pull the streets
We off the 30, slidin' do you dirty Fryin' like we Purdy
We ain't foldin' for no bitch I said we tryin' to keep it sturdy
I ain't crashin' out for shit to see your pussy ass get hit
And If he think he stand on business I'ma tell his ass to sit and so we go
He can't do that shit cause he a f*ckin' hoe
When we pull around the corner, better keep it on the low
We be changing by the minute, so he put it on for me
Took a sip, that's way too much, got me thinkin' out a key
I was
Heard that boy down the street, yeah he was f*ckin' lyin
100k up on his neck, I shot him in the f*ckin' spine
Loaded up an extra clip, we loaded up, we rollin' over
Shot him in the spine again, we gave him scoliosis
They don't want no problems, they don't want no shots
But we had to stick him up because he thought that he was hot
I just turned the corner, cranked it up a notch
And I thought that I was broke till I put 20 on my watch
Take the one and turn it to the three o'clock
That's like switchin' up from LA, turnin' up to the O'block
I just wait a minute, ain't that where this shit was goin' off
Bro, you do too much, how many times do we done tell you stop (stop, stop, stop)
We goin' crazy, I just did so many bitches, I had me a baby
Stop actin' lazy, get your ass up and return to the basics
I shoot at the poster, cause that's where your face is
I don't need no bitches to stay on the basis
We outta the park and I'm runnin' the bases
A punch to the face, now you need a braces
I'm done with you, bitch, don't need no problems to stand on that shit
But you do know we stay on a hit, you think that you is it
But this is not tag, so move on a bit
Stay out of my way, I'll see you next Friday
But you won't do shit when I pull in your driveway
Think that you funny, but let's just be serious
Bitched by a peanut that make you delirious, bitch
Damn
Gra
Gra
Grab
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We be flyin' high, I say we goin' my way
Hop inside my whip, we speedin' down the motherf*ckin highway
He can't pass me, he can't f*ckin' match
Me, pull up in a driveway
But if he just wanna dip I'll say that I'll see you next Friday
I'm off the tree, tell him get some money You can't f*ck with me, tell your boy that
We don't f*ck with you and you can't f*ck with we
Yeah, cause this ain't for the faint of heart This shit ain't for the weak
But tell your girl to hop inside the Benz Cause that bitch pull the streets
We off the 30, slidin' do you dirty Fryin' like we Purdy
We ain't foldin' for no bitch I said we tryin' to keep it sturdy
I ain't crashin' out for shit to see your pussy ass get hit
And If he think he stand on business I'ma tell his ass to sit and so we go
He can't do that shit cause he a f*ckin' hoe
When we pull around the corner, better keep it on the low
We be changing by the minute, so he put it on for me
Took a sip, that's way too much, got me thinkin' out a key
I was
Heard that boy down the street, yeah he was f*ckin' lyin
100k up on his neck, I shot him in the f*ckin' spine
Loaded up an extra clip, we loaded up, we rollin' over
Shot him in the spine again, we gave him scoliosis
They don't want no problems, they don't want no shots
But we had to stick him up because he thought that he was hot
I just turned the corner, cranked it up a notch
And I thought that I was broke till I put 20 on my watch
Take the one and turn it to the three o'clock
That's like switchin' up from LA, turnin' up to the O'block
I just wait a minute, ain't that where this shit was goin' off
Bro, you do too much, how many times do we done tell you stop (stop, stop, stop)
We goin' crazy, I just did so many bitches, I had me a baby
Stop actin' lazy, get your ass up and return to the basics
I shoot at the poster, cause that's where your face is
I don't need no bitches to stay on the basis
We outta the park and I'm runnin' the bases
A punch to the face, now you need a braces
I'm done with you, bitch, don't need no problems to stand on that shit
But you do know we stay on a hit, you think that you is it
But this is not tag, so move on a bit
Stay out of my way, I'll see you next Friday
But you won't do shit when I pull in your driveway
Think that you funny, but let's just be serious
Bitched by a peanut that make you delirious, bitch
Damn
Gra
Gra
Grab
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Writer: Noah Fabrizio, Hayden Oslick
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