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Schubert: 3 Marches militaires, Op. 51, D. 733: No. 1 in D Major

de Kota the Friend

It's a hit

Yeah I'm in the hood, and I'm feelin' good
And I'm gettin' nice, and it's over ice
You know what I'm on
I be hella low, I don't gotta flex
I don't gotta drive
Yeah, I'm on my way to check my homie in the ford
Yeah, I got the the bag, put in hella work
Bubbles in the glass, henny in the cup
Baddie on the front porch
I been outta town and I'm movin' fast
Gettin' outta hand and I'm buyin' land
Police at the front door
From clinton hill with love, run up on you in the Sun
Hope you do not let these new folks fool you
Ayy, you could get it if you want
Do not come here with the drama
I can't really save you from my homies if they choose you

Pour the drink, (pour the drink) roll it up (roll it up)
Make a toast (make a toast), light it up (light it up)
Pour the drink, (pour the drink) roll it up (roll it up)
Make a toast (make a toast), light it up (light it up)

It's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
Everybody get a lil' too drunk sometimes
I ain't finna look at you like I know what you goin' through
Ayy, it's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
Fuck a hater, you could be a fan if you want to
Someone lookin' at you from the side, what you gon' do? Ayy

What's your name, where you from
Where you stay, who you know
What you tryna do today? I can take you
Shortie bad, beauty mark on her face
Brown skin, I'm just starin' thinking, who the fuck made you?
Told her we could kick it in the backyard
And she got the fattie and I know that shit is mad soft
All she wanna do is sip mimosas on the beach, though
Yellow sundress got a brother thinkin' bad thoughts, ayy
Mommy is a ten, she like, I don't need a man
But it's summer in New York and I could really use a friend
Say less, she my favorite
She ain't leave the party with the nigga that she came with
She a real one, never put up with no fake shit
Lot of people shootin' but she really entertainin'
Downtown, right about now
I could see us havin' fun when we leave the pow-wow
Pretty lady, I could eat if we feelin' a chow down
Got the record on repeat, shorty how do that sound?
What you wanna do?

Pour the drink, (pour the drink) roll it up (roll it up)
Make a toast (make a toast), light it up (light it up)
Pour the drink, (pour the drink) roll it up (roll it up)
Make a toast (make a toast), light it up (light it up)

It's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
Everybody get a lil' too drunk sometimes
I ain't finna look at you like I know what you goin' through
Ayy, it's a vibe, you could dance if you want to
Put your hands high up in the air if you want to
Fuck a hater, you could be a fan if you want to
Someone lookin' at you from the side, what you gon' do? Ayy

That's a hit daddy!

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