Friday Night Songtext
von Dead Obies
Friday Night Songtext
Last line until the club dies, one last ___ until the sun rises
White wine, imported sunglasses
Couple white brides ain′t what we all after?
So what was all that for? I wish we all high!
'Cause if you ain′t the way I do, you living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Just live and let die
Live and let die, live and let die, 007 that's live and let die
No way they gon' let me into Heaven when I
I go out on a Friday night (why)
(And I don′t know why)
I come home on a Saturday morning
(Bitches don′t mean nothin')
J′ai dit "bitches don't mean nothin′"
They don't mean shit, they don′t mean nada
Louis, Michael Kors ou Prada
I don't give a fuck, bwitch, j'pas ton papa
I go hard in that paint, they tryna′ catch me ridin′ dirty su'a main
Cuz I been up, I been down, j′ai fais toute le tour du downtown
I been low, I been up! I done been mississippin' in the truck
And I listened to that Big, Pac, Nate, Pun, Aaliyah, Left Eye
"Age Ain′t Nothing but a Number" when I
I go out on a Friday night
(And I don't know why)
I come home on a Saturday morning
I go out on a Friday night
(And I don′t know why)
I come home on a Saturday morning
I go out on a Friday night
(And I don't know why)
I come home on a Saturday morning
(Bitches don't mean nothin′)
White wine, imported sunglasses
Couple white brides ain′t what we all after?
So what was all that for? I wish we all high!
'Cause if you ain′t the way I do, you living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Living a lie
Just live and let die
Live and let die, live and let die, 007 that's live and let die
No way they gon' let me into Heaven when I
I go out on a Friday night (why)
(And I don′t know why)
I come home on a Saturday morning
(Bitches don′t mean nothin')
J′ai dit "bitches don't mean nothin′"
They don't mean shit, they don′t mean nada
Louis, Michael Kors ou Prada
I don't give a fuck, bwitch, j'pas ton papa
I go hard in that paint, they tryna′ catch me ridin′ dirty su'a main
Cuz I been up, I been down, j′ai fais toute le tour du downtown
I been low, I been up! I done been mississippin' in the truck
And I listened to that Big, Pac, Nate, Pun, Aaliyah, Left Eye
"Age Ain′t Nothing but a Number" when I
I go out on a Friday night
(And I don't know why)
I come home on a Saturday morning
I go out on a Friday night
(And I don′t know why)
I come home on a Saturday morning
I go out on a Friday night
(And I don't know why)
I come home on a Saturday morning
(Bitches don't mean nothin′)
Writer(s): Gregory Beaudin, Vincent Banville, Pierre Savu Masse, Jonathan Quirion, Jean Francois Ruel, Charles Vincelette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com