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Friends (feat. T.I., Rara, Brandon Rossi, Tokyo Jetz, Trae tha Truth & Young Dro)
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95 met with the Polo boy Cuban link on with the Jesus piece Doin' the most hoe, sayin' the least Need b***h and money that's how I bring in the week I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down I ain't makin' this up, I ain't ****in' around I'm in the Bally's at the ally on my cellphone Get the b***h get the head get the hell on Convicted felon With no right to bear arms- Still I do but carefully I'm who they tell on Niggas watchin' but we keep it goin' Like the camera rollin' and them people on us.You know it Middle finger out the Beamer like Pac One hand on my d**k one hand on my Glock All gas through the dash, I'o'n plan on stopin' Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt off on Pac Still riddin' with my b***h with my b***h with a does habit My other b***h drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly Now we ain't finna play no games, not at all, period They hit ya ass long range like Paul Pierce 'n' drop a song bet ya ass hear it all year And let's get one thing clear lets get one thing straight Came straight up in this b***h, move shit up out the way Put your hands in the air, b***h show me where the safe You know it! Friends We use that term loosely too loosely Everybody ain't your friend We use that term loosely too loosely Everybody ain't your friend I'm born to lose,build to last Need mine b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Everybody ain't your friend I'm born to lose,build to last Need mine b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Everybody ain't your friend I'm a thug b***h peep the authenticity- The wrist at least 60, ya killn' me Jimmy Choo a thousand on my b***h feet Japanese diet only thing I eat is kimichi Give a foot long to ya b***h no blimpee Orville Redenbacher I'm the only b***h poppin'- And a whole clique 'a yall damn sure can't stop it Runnin' straight to the money that's the only way I'm rackin' And if yee ain't got that then they might get to poppin' I ain't ****in' with the crowd I'm a different kind of b***h Go to court and point fingers you a different type of snitch Think I wanna buy a yacht be a different type a rich But I'm still from the hood I'll settle for a brick And if I call you a friend I die for ya That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook Man I was raised in the trenches by straight crooks When lady see me on the street grab they pocketbook I'm sharp as a pocket knife on IG This address on my ID Should tell you I'm from Bankhead, you know not to try me I put you over my knee And spank your ass like my niece And kick ya shit, Tai Chi, until it's over, capeesh Call 'em Jimmy John's cause them shooters gon' deliver me Gon' catch ya after hours outside of where you livin' at Don't forget Tokyo, man we gotta keep it pimpin' I'm rockin' with these hoes five grand for the linen.Dro Friends We use that term loosely too loosely Everybody ain't your friend We use that term loosely too loosely Everybody ain't your friend I'm born to lose,build to last Need mine b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Everybody ain't your friend I'm born to lose,build to last Need mine b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Everybody ain't your friend You don't really know what disloyalty like Any time you get around homeboys in life And den they owe you time to pay they like 'oh I forgot' Then when my b***h Trae caught 'em in the parking lot (OK) Betta know I keep wracked so I balled like a poet Open up the safe I got it looking like a gourd Hustle like a mother****er **** what b***hs charge- And I came from bein' nothin' now I'm top five startin' And the game need renovation **** it no bullshit Money my demonstration forward is my destination Come with me and my numbers sit with no hestitation Pulled up on yo block light it up like it's a celebration Friends We use that term loosely too loosely Everybody ain't your friend We use that term loosely too loosely Everybody ain't your friend I'm born to lose,build to last Need mine b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Everybody ain't your friend I'm born to lose,build to last Need mine b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Where that money at? b***h **** all that Everybody ain't your friend
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