4TH PYRAMID

4TH PYRAMID - Friday Nights lyrics

rate me

I don’t do them dances for what it’s really worth

I’m on the dance floor fingers up the mini skirt

Bent off the Grigio me and my amigo

Is known to fuck every night wherever we go

It’s Friday night and I’m new to the city

Brought a pocket full of 50’s and my crew to get busy, man

Hey, yo, man, hold up, man, who took the bucket of ice, man?

Every night should be a Friday night

Flashes from the Nikon turn the mic on

Snake charmer make her wiggle on the python

Do these numbers, groupies love us

Then it’s back to smoke in Jacuzzi bubbles

Sly grin on my face and I do mean trouble

Order up another round and we do need doubles, motherfucker

Cigars crack while I sport a jean blazer

Rolling up the grass she like Josephine Baker

Sparkle in the night, park it on the right

Tip the valet then get lost up in the hype

We smoke loud and burn those widows

Sitting on the VIP couch with turquoise pillows

Yes, it’s Friday night

All access, fuck who the band is

Take chances, fuck who your man is

Do that shot, smoke that pot

Shake that ass, oh that’s hot, let’s

Ride the highway with views of the city, then it’s

Back to my place you’re doing it with me

‘Cause it’s Friday night

Catch me from the Copacabana to Caribana

Or rolling on a bus out with Ghost in Atlanta

Room 2512 at the Embassy Suites

And when you in the lobby, girl

Make sure you mention it’s me

Head across the elevators, make the right turn in

Story of life celebrated like I’m Iceberg Slim

Every night should be a Friday night

Tan sweaters, butter pecan leathers

Starlets unbuttoning their dresses

Friday night, why waste life?

Same bad decisions made and my mind ain’t right

I’m still the best, spill my Becks

See nothing but the silhouette until the next

Friday night

Cork wedges, red carpet entrance

Sticky floors wiping sweat off the lenses

Last call fights for cabs in the street

Picking up the tab, shit there goes like half of the week

Yeah, we puff pass on up past dawn

And you all you remember next morning how you love that song

It’s called Friday night

All access, fuck who the band is

Take chances, fuck who your man is

Do that shot, smoke that pot

Shake that ass oh that’s hot, let’s

Ride the highway with views of the city, then it’s

Back to my place you’re doing it with me

‘Cause it’s Friday night

All access, fuck who the band is

Take chances, fuck who your man is

Do that shot, smoke that pot

Shake that ass oh that’s hot, let’s

Ride the highway with views of the city, then it’s

Back to my place you’re doing it with me

‘Cause it’s Friday night

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