Funky Friday ft. Fredo Lyrics

Funky Friday ft. Fredo - Dave

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Game

At this age

How are them man still hatin'?

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on a girl I'm datin'

One hand on the cash I'm makin'

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skatin'

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 lock 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 hatin'?

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on a girl I'm datin'

One hand on the cash I'm makin'

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skatin'

I see dem man skatin' now

I'm talking about running their legs

My youngins in country

Plugging the Z

He can't even buck me

'Til 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 bust in a sec

It's me and my rambo cutting through West

The way that I went in 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 nigga 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 niggas 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

Manna 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 giving me that

I'm always in Harrods

I'm filling a bag

Them niggas ain't winners

Them niggas are mad

Gyal at my vids

And them bitches are bad

They get picked in the foreigns

And ditched in the cab

Game

At this age

How are them man still hatin'?

My young boy in a different country

But he ain't ever been on vacation

One hand on a girl I'm datin'

One hand on the cash I'm makin'

We come through like Funky Friday

And have all of your mandem skatin'