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Mr. Cheeks, Horace Brown Friday Night (Radio Mix) lyrics

(Feat. Horace Brown)

Ooh...
Mad shit jumpin' off, now I like this
Ok, yeah, yeah hey yo

Friday night, just got paid
I'm runnin' wit my man's we got plans of gettin' laid up
Sticky green burnin sittin' on twenty's
Pocket full of money and we hollerin the honeys yo
Stress less of death and we let the chain swing
Makin' ??? we out for the same thing
Hittin up the spot where they say is jumpin' at
I'm straight ?? and man I'm bringin' somethin' back
Me and the wild one we just copped a nice one
And two brand new toys fuck the price done
Big nigga style say ? when I switch lanes
Stay doin' big thangs smoke while I get brains
Line full of women can't wait to get in
Checkin' mo sippin ?? mo spittin'
Dancefloor packed do it in the doe stack
Those that hit the C is get it get the ??
Now where the hoes at? Let's get it on and poppin'
Invite a few through, that's how the crew do
DJ got the crowd jumpin'
The music from the speakers got the floor thumpin
I'm tryna run in sumthin

(Horace Brown)
We go straight from the top down to the flo'
We makin' the crowds all the while down
Smokin' about a pound
You know we be puttin' it down
It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby
Sex make the beats so crazy
You know we be knockin' them out
So what are you talkin' about

Yo, I got the cherry on G
With me up in V-I-P
And my bottles damn near empty
I got this chick talkin' shit in my ear
Word I think she's tryna tempt me, tempt me
Oh, I see things is on and poppin' now
The whole crowds hoppin out
There's no stoppin' now
Mad chicks up in ?? all my niggaz wit me
My shit takes off like a rocket
While your pockets hurtin'
Niggaz mad because me and my team we bring the funk
You and ?? motherfucker you gon' talk
I keep my fresh on and the chick keep me me
We mad dollar niggaz and we be some sticky green
Holdin' shit down
Niggaz know what's on and poppin' when I hits town
Get down
Honeys wanna take flicks
Take sips of the licks and they shake hips
Oh sho we go
Baby...
Why now...

(Horace Brown)
We go straight from the top down to the flo'
We makin' the crowds all the while down
Smokin' about a pound
You know we be puttin' it down
It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby
Sex make the beats so crazy
You know we be knockin' them out
So what are you talkin' about

I slide boo I got the top drop
They barricade the block
???? Sneakers ?? pop
You let us through the door
Chicks attack the dancefloor
?? A ? war
I see what it's back for
I got my money team
Rollin' up gangsta lean
We twistin up green
I know you niggaz recognise Queens
My ?? thirst liquor who you got wit ya
I bang out shorty system now she want a picture
And numbers she can wow
So we can get foul
I got a ?? going chicks y'all ain't goin' now
Yo all up in my face
The speakers hit bass
My niggaz wylin in the club with a open case
Yo V-I-P chain my man spit game
Yo kid it's not a game ya need to learn the name
It's Q and W, ? boys one fam
I put a ? like this we got it locked down

(Horace Brown)
We go straight from the top down to the flo'
We makin' the crowds all the while down
Smokin' about a pound
You know we be puttin' it down
It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby
Sex make the beats so crazy
You know we be knockin' them out
Just shut your mouth
Ah...
Ooh...

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