Freakend (ft. Da L.E.S)

(Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the motherf*cking freakend
Where freaks get bent, and tables get turned
You know I'm saying, T talk to me)

Yeah, yeah
I want the flyest one with the legs
She was running around with that nigga Les
Did em on the jet, let's connect
TD off the jets, I be climbing off a jet (that's right)
It's a Friday, you know what it meant
Somebody is blowing off they cheque

(Let me tell you something we [?])

Not too many things better than the freakend, I'll be there
He sold you a dream like you were the one
But you was a one of, that was a one off
And that nigga run off, that chick was wife
Eventually he had to come home
But you got a bag that's double your payslip, chick
F*ck is you mad for?

(Damn T, I don't even know what you gonna do it to him like that, man)

Motivation at the winners table
It's a celebration for the whole team
We polishing buckets and balling
We leaving the club with a couple of trophies
No sleep, it's a new week
Got the homies, with some new freaks

(We got new freaks, every single weekend, it's a movie)

Not too many things better than the freakend, I'll be there
Yeah, yeah

(Oh shit!)

Me and Brady on a mission
Non' shady just trying to kick it
Couple ladies wanna visit
Cups already in position
Fill them up with something made in the villa
Tipsy with the sippy, they getting frisky
Man this shit is risky, don't play with my Mrs

(Don't play with the Mrs, don't.)

Back at the spot, nigga get pushy
She trying to block, he sniffin' the pussy
But for hours ago she was a freak
Now they tell em no, she trying to speak
You gotta go, pack your shit
Get on the phone
Here come another queen

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