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800pts - ​friends lyrics

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(yeah, ha, ah)
(yeah, ha, ah)
(yeah, ha, ah)
(yeah, ha) ha
i might go f+ck on your b+tch ’cause i’m bored
if you got no bread you gettin’ ignored
that hoe give me, b+tch, while i record
that choppa gon’ chop that boy up like a sword
that choppa gon’ put that lil’ boy on the ground
rick owens boots when i’m walking around
that b+tch a hoe she been passed all around
silencer up on the glock, make no sound

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i might gon’ f+ck on that b+tch, don’t ignore
you think she love you, she f+ckin’ on bro now
bullets go into your head
we caught him lackin’ and he runnin’ fast
b+tch, i’m too lavish, ’cause all of this bread
f+ckin’ that bih’ and we breakin’ her back
i don’t even got no motherf+ckin’ friends (yeah)
it’s just me in this b+tch (no cap)
you say you better than me lil’ b+tch
okay we finna f+ckin’ see, lil’ b+tch
okay i’m finna spin, lil’ b+tch
new glock on me with that beam, lil’ b+tch
so walk in the store, steal some sh+t
caught that boy walkin’ home, i k!lled that b+tch
i might go f+ck on your b+tch ’cause i’m bored
if you got no bread you gettin’ ignored
that hoe give me, b+tch, while i record
that choppa gon’ chop that boy up like a sword
that choppa gon’ put that lil’ boy on the ground
rick owens boots when i’m walking around
that b+tch a hoe she been passed all around
silencer up on the glock, make no sound (yeah)



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