405 Friday's Lyrics - Singles - Defari

[defari] 

Aiyyo I think it's time I let 'em know how I gets down 

(what's that? ) how we do what we do 

From where we from.. (what y'all do? ) 

I hit the freeway on a friday, the highway 

Feelin real good like when the lakers traded vlade 

Could that be sade' in the next lane? 

I see her through my windowpane, I wonder if she knows that cat dwayne 

Johnson, nah probably not 

I'm headed up fairfax north to 'riq's spot 

I, flex the quest for barbecues brews and fifths (what? ) 

Trees lift niggaz while other niggaz talk shit 

It's time to mount up, tonight another show 

Gotta let the whole world know how it go strictly professionals 

We're never amateur, pure like lightning 

Whether on stage, or holdin the page writin 

Or freestylin, on radio frequencies 

Los ange-les, city of scanda-lies, cash and (? ? ) 

[chorus: defari] 

'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's 

Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(? ) 

'voisiers, marniers, 4-0-5 friday's 

Paydays, sunset glazed, down damalay(? ) 

[defari] 

Aiyyo I'm nice with the ball like paul pierce 

Them brothers, that play for the wood, they somethin fierce 

Ahh, to each his own so I choose to maintain 

Ready to rock, blow the spot, make it boil like crockpots 

I, shot lyrics from a mini-mac cordless 

Broads hear the name, see the frame, and they adore this 

Hundred and ninety, nigga known to get lively 

Plus put in work "between the sheets" like ron isley 

At the bar, herut the cognac star 

Ice courvoisier, brothers crowd around like seminars 

I'm smooth and ready like telly savales 

Likwit crew, nuff respect to y'all niggaz, we swiggy ballers 

[chorus] 

[defari] 

I wanna fly the world, like (? ? ) 

Flies, to is-rael, and like ishmael valdez 

I pitch heat, lyrically 

Over rugged beats under the ground, from the mainstream 

See where I dwells, it's all about skills 

This mc walk the walk when he talk, plus get on the wheels 

And freak new release with 1200 technics 

Every week, got a hall of fame game, like dominique 

Wilkins, yo evidence we sound killin 

Many rippertons word to etchin lab on my building 

Yo x, yo youse a raw deal nigga 

Barbershop flex, time to collect figures 

Yo (.. likwit crew ..) me and you 

We like the treble and bass, straight cousins, here to shake the state 

Almighty (? ), whom of allah blesses me upon 

We straight keep keep keep it on 

[chorus] - 2x