I drop a ruby on a motherf*cker, all lapis laszulis,
Scoop up your girl, Julie, while I'm sippin' on the smoothie
Restin' in between two pillars at the Westin'
Cnd the lynx-drawn chariot to leave an impression
Got that Friday Night fever that ain't catchin'
That Friday Night fever that ain't catchin', cool
Cs a breeze that moves tthrough the trees
Cnd if you want that hot heat, then I got what you need
Golden, not the force or the false Floyd
Two hawk feathers in the back like, ""Oh boy""
'Cause Friday Nights a f*ckfest
High heels on and this chick was gorgeous
Comparable to the epaulettes
I can smell the deeks and the E.P. cigarettes
Roll one for me, honey
Lookin' at the ground, drivin' me all funny
Like the Fine Young Cannibals
Friday Night savage, 8ft huge cantaloupes
The Night's so savage, forty-sixty
Stacks like cabbage
Or get mounds like deeks
Or grow a frohawk 'til it touches the freaks n shit
This chick had feet
Watch the Floyd grow about an inch every week
Got that Friday Night fever that ain't spreadin' (Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
Charge about five stacks to play at your wedding
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
Shop 'til there's no space, ship gold, drive slow
Show off all your money fold, champagne dungeon code
Hustle clothes, cover mold, Mitch G, Friday Night
Vodka tonic, extra ice, in the whip, Lc night
Pedicure, gray skirt, show me how the sugar work
Follow me, extra perk, Savage Floyd, girl and boy
Front smooth, back a mess, party 'til there's nothin' left
Fire burn deep inside, gotta let that savage ride
That Friday Night fever that's wide spread
Pockets stay fat, families stay fed
Golden, Fro
Got that Friday Night fever with no cure
You know that raw, pure, ill shit that's for sure
For real, you can't procure this shit on the steal
When you see us out, tell your girl, ""Get on the pill""
'Cause we blowin' up and might pop
Know you in a tight spot when you a mortal
Tryna clash with a cyclops with thunderbolts
Cnd make this whole shit white hot
Either That Friday Night fever will kill you or...
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
Friday Night - Friday Night Fever Lyrics
Friday Night - Friday Night Fever Lyrics
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I drop a ruby on a motherf*cker, all lapis laszulis,
Scoop up your girl, Julie, while I'm sippin' on the smoothie
Restin' in between two pillars at the Westin'
Cnd the lynx-drawn chariot to leave an impression
Got that Friday Night fever that ain't catchin'
That Friday Night fever that ain't catchin', cool
Cs a breeze that moves tthrough the trees
Cnd if you want that hot heat, then I got what you need
Golden, not the force or the false Floyd
Two hawk feathers in the back like, ""Oh boy""
'Cause Friday Nights a f*ckfest
High heels on and this chick was gorgeous
Comparable to the epaulettes
I can smell the deeks and the E.P. cigarettes
Roll one for me, honey
Lookin' at the ground, drivin' me all funny
Like the Fine Young Cannibals
Friday Night savage, 8ft huge cantaloupes
The Night's so savage, forty-sixty
Stacks like cabbage
Or get mounds like deeks
Or grow a frohawk 'til it touches the freaks n shit
This chick had feet
Watch the Floyd grow about an inch every week
Got that Friday Night fever that ain't spreadin' (Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
Charge about five stacks to play at your wedding
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
Shop 'til there's no space, ship gold, drive slow
Show off all your money fold, champagne dungeon code
Hustle clothes, cover mold, Mitch G, Friday Night
Vodka tonic, extra ice, in the whip, Lc night
Pedicure, gray skirt, show me how the sugar work
Follow me, extra perk, Savage Floyd, girl and boy
Front smooth, back a mess, party 'til there's nothin' left
Fire burn deep inside, gotta let that savage ride
That Friday Night fever that's wide spread
Pockets stay fat, families stay fed
Golden, Fro
Got that Friday Night fever with no cure
You know that raw, pure, ill shit that's for sure
For real, you can't procure this shit on the steal
When you see us out, tell your girl, ""Get on the pill""
'Cause we blowin' up and might pop
Know you in a tight spot when you a mortal
Tryna clash with a cyclops with thunderbolts
Cnd make this whole shit white hot
Either That Friday Night fever will kill you or...
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
Scoop up your girl, Julie, while I'm sippin' on the smoothie
Restin' in between two pillars at the Westin'
Cnd the lynx-drawn chariot to leave an impression
Got that Friday Night fever that ain't catchin'
That Friday Night fever that ain't catchin', cool
Cs a breeze that moves tthrough the trees
Cnd if you want that hot heat, then I got what you need
Golden, not the force or the false Floyd
Two hawk feathers in the back like, ""Oh boy""
'Cause Friday Nights a f*ckfest
High heels on and this chick was gorgeous
Comparable to the epaulettes
I can smell the deeks and the E.P. cigarettes
Roll one for me, honey
Lookin' at the ground, drivin' me all funny
Like the Fine Young Cannibals
Friday Night savage, 8ft huge cantaloupes
The Night's so savage, forty-sixty
Stacks like cabbage
Or get mounds like deeks
Or grow a frohawk 'til it touches the freaks n shit
This chick had feet
Watch the Floyd grow about an inch every week
Got that Friday Night fever that ain't spreadin' (Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
Charge about five stacks to play at your wedding
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
Shop 'til there's no space, ship gold, drive slow
Show off all your money fold, champagne dungeon code
Hustle clothes, cover mold, Mitch G, Friday Night
Vodka tonic, extra ice, in the whip, Lc night
Pedicure, gray skirt, show me how the sugar work
Follow me, extra perk, Savage Floyd, girl and boy
Front smooth, back a mess, party 'til there's nothin' left
Fire burn deep inside, gotta let that savage ride
That Friday Night fever that's wide spread
Pockets stay fat, families stay fed
Golden, Fro
Got that Friday Night fever with no cure
You know that raw, pure, ill shit that's for sure
For real, you can't procure this shit on the steal
When you see us out, tell your girl, ""Get on the pill""
'Cause we blowin' up and might pop
Know you in a tight spot when you a mortal
Tryna clash with a cyclops with thunderbolts
Cnd make this whole shit white hot
Either That Friday Night fever will kill you or...
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)
(Friiii-daaay, whoa-oh-woah)