Defari

Defari - 405 Friday's lyrics

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[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
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