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