[Intro]
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We are Bonafide, whut?
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[Female Rap]
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Look closely bought a unboard, no sho'
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Yo, we got you wide open, I and our crew
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The weekend we roll out, the watches is froze out
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Yo, we came to get it down and like turn you out
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Play the club outside, sittin' high in the expidal
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Switch it up in the XL-5, Prada down
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Tell me, do you like this thug-ass sound
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No Q, definitey about to blaze your town, whut?
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[No question]
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Shout outs to my people on the streets
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To the players makin' money with my CD's in they jeans
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Much love to the ladies with jobs
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Who makin' that cream and floss they own phat ride
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And to my people who always keep it real
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They work all week just to pay bills
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Now and then gotta have a little fun
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Go buy something to wear cuz the weekend's 'bout to come
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[1] - time to get loud, let the music flow
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Kick off your shoes and just let go
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Have a little party, call a few friends
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It's about to get fucked y'all, this weekend
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time to get loud, let the music flow
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Kick off your shoes and just let go
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Have a little party, call a few friends
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It's about to get fucked y'all, this weekend
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Jean sets a new pair of cheese
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Gotta get jig for my ladies in the streets
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Call the barber, get my hair layed
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Roll out wit my crew to watch the ladies shake their thing
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All the ladies shop the town
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Get real digs from the neck on down
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Now and then gotta have a little fun
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Go get up wit your dogs cuz
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The weekend's 'bout to come
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[Repeat 1]
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[Female Rap]
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Tougher, no no, whut?
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I know the sound hot enough cuz this track is tough
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I bump that when im riding all up in my Benz truck
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I let 'em know, what you got for me
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Is it big bills baby, can you cop for me
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Wack the drop for me or grab a spot for me
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I wanna spend those on the mink coats
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Throughout the whole coast, baby
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But on the weekend im blazing off
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And if you don't spend dough then I ain't gon call
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Get out there I'll show you how this playette roll
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Nice frames, spit a game that'll make you fold
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Toss it up, lookin' cute in the coup
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At the Meadows', tough with some 'taly in the boots
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Barceletto
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Some types lay down why, don't see me all gracin'
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Only my associates always stay lacin'
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And when my squad come aint' no replacin
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Quarter head or you know what you praisin'
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[Repeat 1]
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This Weekend
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No Question |