Текст песни Friday Nights

I don't do them dances for what it's really worth
I'm on the dance floor fingers up the mini skirt
Bent off the Grigio me and my amigo
Is known to fuck every night wherever we go
It's Friday night and I'm new to the city

Brought a pocket full of 50's and my crew to get busy, man
Hey, yo, man, hold up, man, who took the bucket of ice, man?
Every night should be a Friday night

Flashes from the Nikon turn the mic on
Snake charmer make her wiggle on the python
Do these numbers, groupies love us
Then it's back to smoke in Jacuzzi bubbles
Sly grin on my face and I do mean trouble
Order up another round and we do need doubles, motherfucker
Cigars crack while I sport a jean blazer
Rolling up the grass she like Josephine Baker
Sparkle in the night, park it on the right
Tip the valet then get lost up in the hype
We smoke loud and burn those widows
Sitting on the VIP couch with turquoise pillows
Yes, it's Friday night

All access, fuck who the band is
Take chances, fuck who your man is
Do that shot, smoke that pot
Shake that ass, oh that's hot, let's
Ride the highway with views of the city, then it's
Back to my place you're doing it with me
'Cause it's Friday night

Catch me from the Copacabana to Caribana
Or rolling on a bus out with Ghost in Atlanta
Room 2512 at the Embassy Suites
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Make sure you mention it's me
Head across the elevators, make the right turn in
Story of life celebrated like I'm Iceberg Slim
Every night should be a Friday night

Tan sweaters, butter pecan leathers
Starlets unbuttoning their dresses
Friday night, why waste life?
Same bad decisions made and my mind ain't right
I'm still the best, spill my Becks
See nothing but the silhouette until the next
Friday night

Cork wedges, red carpet entrance
Sticky floors wiping sweat off the lenses
Last call fights for cabs in the street
Picking up the tab, shit there goes like half of the week
Yeah, we puff pass on up past dawn
And you all you remember next morning how you love that song
It's called Friday night

All access, fuck who the band is
Take chances, fuck who your man is
Do that shot, smoke that pot
Shake that ass oh that's hot, let's
Ride the highway with views of the city, then it's
Back to my place you're doing it with me
'Cause it's Friday night

All access, fuck who the band is
Take chances, fuck who your man is
Do that shot, smoke that pot
Shake that ass oh that's hot, let's
Ride the highway with views of the city, then it's
Back to my place you're doing it with me
'Cause it's Friday night