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joe padre - frenemy (khaled was right) lyrics

bridge

khaled was right, they don’t want you to win full time
distract you with the left hand, fold you with the right (oh my)
salty face, wanna fiddle with my mind
why you mad homie look at you spies

chorus

friend of me, frenemy, friend of me, frenemy, friend of me, frenemy-(woo)
friend of me, frenemy, friend of me, frenemy, friend of me, frenemy-(who)
friend of me, frenemy, friend of me, frenemy, friend of me, frenemy-(woo)
friend of me, frenemy, friend of me, frenemy, friend of me, enemy-(who)

verse

sodium chloride in the water, d-mn, look at you authors
of all that hatred, spent energy, lame sh-t
then wonder why you ain’t sh-t, get off that fake sh-t
last man to diss me, last one who ate sh-t
spit the factual, wish no man harm
but when i see the way you operate, off goes the alarm
and then i start seeing red, can’t believe these pez’s
neurons disconnected on the same sh-t as ten
years ago, you’s a hoe, now ya brain die slow
mad at the world cuz it’s evolution out of the old
left behind, what a crime, no one listens to you mimes
i’m tap dancing towards that money like i’m gregory hines
dna flaws maybe, i shouldn’t judge you
put you in the government program, love you
tie you down in the bas-m-nt, and two time grub you
sensitive thugs, bums, hypocrites, and dumb fools
claimin’ they so woke, been stuffin’ their face with the pork
parasitic invasion, majority population
never been worse, can’t reverse pandemic
ready to bounce from the planet, y’all mistreated mother janet-(d-mn it)

bridge

khaled was right, don’t want you to win full time
distract you with the left hand, fold you with the right, oh my
salty face, wanna fiddle with my mind
why you mad homie look at you spies

verse

started producing no one would rap to my beats
kicked a couple tires, started tapping my feet
the homie who was trappin’ told me just do me
i said d-mn why they want my litness dead in the streets
he said they ain’t got the gifts like us, gift mic’d up
i said maybe i should go ahead and topple that bus
so i put the gasoline to your face, light sh-t up
i ain’t gonna air you out but i ain’t gonna spare you now
low cash armies, show bus shorty’s
what would joe look like poppin’ some mollies
i ain’t ruthless, but then again so cooth-less
rude boy test me, rude boy toothless
f-ck ya little who’s who list you stupid
yabba-dabba-purist h-lla softer than tulips
now they poppin’ yang, bout ta fight to the death
mate i ain’t even have to get my feet d-mn near wet (aye)
ignore me, yeah, that’s cool cuz i’m forming
an urban military fit to finish you wholly, early
like a breakfast burrit’
shout out kut padre alone in the sea, i see
bout to hit the line 501-c
reparation for my fore-fah believe you me
they did you dirty my dude, and now they gotta see me
correctional action that’s my work to the faction

bridge

khaled was right, don’t want you to win full time
distract you with the left hand, fold you with the right, oh my
salty face, wanna fiddle with my mind
why you mad homie look at you spies

chorus

bridge

khaled was right, they don’t want you to win full time
distract you with the left hand, fold you with the right (oh my)
salty face, wanna fiddle with my mind
why you mad homie look at you spies

- joe padre lyrics

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