Funky Friday

Funky Friday - The Party Hits All Stars

Lyrics by：David Orobosa Omoregie/Fraser Lance Thorneycroft Smith/Tyrell Demetrius Paul/Marvin William Bailey/Fraser T. Smith

Composed by：David Orobosa Omoregie/Fraser Lance Thorneycroft Smith/Tyrell Demetrius Paul/Marvin William Bailey/Fraser T. Smith

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Game

At this age how are them man still hating

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on the girl I'm dating

One hand on the cash I'm making

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skating

I came in 550 on trainers

Island girl amazing could be Bajan Trini or Haitian

She got a bag with flowers

If the trainers match I'll take it

Me and bro just shut down Gucci

Had the whole of the shop floor waitin'

Who's that girl in the line

With the big behind that's looking all tempting

If her friend is a dead ting

Take one for the team with a bredrin

Two peng tings at the entrance

Want attention but a man can't let them

She must think I'm a reverend

You ain't comin' here getting redemption no way

At this age how are them man still hating

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on the girl I'm dating

One hand on the cash I'm making

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skating

I see dem man skatin' now I'm talking about running their legs

My youngens in country plugging the Z

He can't even buck me till nothing is left

I flooded my right I flooded my left

I'm ducking your wife I'm ducking the feds

The bell on the trap it's buzzin' again

But still I ain't trying to get busted by feds

Look man I ain't caught the bus in a sec'

It's me and my rambo cuttin' through West

The way that I went and just flooded my neck

I'm shocked that I ain't gotta struggle for breath

With me and the missus be going on dates

She's holding the dipper I'm holding her waist

Just see some pigs moving low in the mains

So I phone up my n***a and told him the plate

Tell a peng girl you can HMU

I don't wanna cuddle and H-U-G

And I'm still shopping in HMV

For all of my n***as in HMP

Heard you got a girl going DMU

If I DM'd you would she DM me

Young black brudda I'm a stylish g

Man I put the IC in IC3

They tell me I'm gifted in rap

Nothing was nice used to live in the trap

Now if I go ask that chick for her snap

I can bet money she's giving me that

I'm always in Harrods I'm filling the bag

Them n***as ain't winners them n***as are mad

Gyal at my vids and them b***hes are bad

They get picked in the foreigns and ditched in the cab

Game

At this age how are them man still hating

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on the girl I'm dating

One hand on the cash I'm making

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skating