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Black Friday

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Lyrics
I know she got a fetish for the racks

Hold on Lil momma lil baby you know you cannot have me go out like that

All this money I can't rubber band it

I done popped that lil hoe like a xanny

My life mapping out just like I planned it

Face the cookie in a new dimension

To the beat is where I do my venting

Grade A cookie I be living on cloud nine

Solar panel roof charge the whip at a stop sign

I know how to make quick chicken like Popeyes

Certified Pink Runtz pack this zaza

N**a talking bout he in the game but he boxed out

Black Friday come around fast grow the locs out

Louis V shoes with the YSL socks out

I just had a baby with a b**h out in Moscow

Smoking on Obama Runtz at the White House

Finna pour a whole pint of red wit my boy

I don't give a f**k what you sell, I don't want it

My yellow b**h get the doh like she know homer

F**d off the IG ain't even get her phone number

Yeah her face pretty but she ain't got no thumper

Finna get tats on my neck like I'm no jumper

I ain't gon lie to the b**h if I don't love her

I played your mixtape and that shit was so rubbish

My new b**h got a big booty with no stomach

I did not know that this tab was a 400

I take your b**h and make her into a dope runner

If she don't like me I bet that my bro fucking

I don't think I remember how to spell sober

Water strong arming the packs like he Hulk Hogan

I just K-rolled that boy drink but he ain't notice

Grade A cookie I be living on cloud nine

Solar panel roof charge the whip at a stop sign

I know how to make quick chicken like Popeyes

Certified Pink Runtz pack this zaza

N**a talking bout he in the game but he boxed out

Black Friday come around fast grow the locs out

Louis V shoes with the YSL socks out

I just had a baby with a b**h out in Moscow