Friday 24th

Friday 24th
I'm just up getting laid
And she got some work but she said
Fuck getting paid
She just wanna fuck
Till her feelings fade
She don't even date
She just keep it straight

We both do it for thrill
Fuck that pillow talk shit
We don't even spill
I play jersey number 7 cause she know I got that skill
And she super feisty
Like a horny milf
Always down for the kill

Still up in the fields
Still doin' all these late nights
Some I never feel
Girl's checking in is how you know that it's a great night
Knowing that somebody goin be
Up in their feels

When it's 2am in Clifton
Sounds of the beach that's how I'm livin'
I'm a pot scraper right from the east
But yet I'm vivid
It's i-ronic how they thought that I'll be still on my knees
And yes I'm still on my knees
But I'm not begging you please my nigga

Back to the story
Going through just like Glory, you get it?
Ain't dick riding like some niggas on Phori, you get it?
No one coming for me gotta get it all for me, you get it?
And don't you think that I'm for sale
Cause nigga this not
Friday 24th
Ayy
Still in the lights ayy
Still got the spice ayy
Like some Buddah rice
Took her out eat
And I order steak
So she know I like that meat thick nigga

Hopped out
In a suburban, Maybach dreams with the curtains my nigga
She got
Tats on her body that look sexy on surface my nigga
And
You still gotta earn it like your middle name earnest my nigga
And you will never get it if your heart's always burning

So just keep it real
Cause the only person you ever lie to is your fucken self
I made cuts with my friends
One's from the ends
One's that text my girl like?
Where the fuck you live?

Like its Friday 24th
Can't be caught castrated
Took for the taken
Fuck with these fakers



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Writer(s): Kutlwano Morema
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