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labba – fuck friend lyrics

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[intro: “carlito’s way” sample, labba]
it doesn’t make sense you should hate this guy
because this guy is you 20 years ago
never me, never me (flipmode n+gga)
this is the second time you turned me down for a drink (don’t doubt me man doubt yourself ‘cause you don’t believe in yourself)
you don’t like my champagne?
hey it could be (it’s up to you i deal with half knocks, you know what i’m sayin?)
i don’t know, but there may be some mis+f+ckin’+understanding, i don’t know man, but maybe you don’t remember me, my name is benny…
maybe i don’t give a sh+t (bus’ what up n+gga? digga what up? spliff what up n+gga? sh+t)
maybe i don’t remember the last time i blew my nose either (f+ckin’ brook)
who the f+ck are you, i should remember you?
what, you think you’re like me?
you ain’t like me, motherf+cker
you a punk

[chorus: labba]
bring you on top n+ggas wanna k!ll you
bring you down n+ggas talk bad about you
f+ck that bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
f+ck that bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
when you on top n+ggas talk about you
when you on down n+ggas gonna k!ll you
f+ck the bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
f+ck the bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends

[verse 1: labba]
sellin’ drugs my forte, but i got a good service
b+tch, i could do the service
your man worthless like antoine walker, the new yorker
my biography consists of a deadbeat dad
that’s mad that we goin’ to america
kiss my ass i ain’t never comin’ back
my n+gga loco tell me how to work the drive
put your mask on, wait a minute
let her pass, let her pass
that n+gga with the rope chain
f+ck the bullsh+t, grab his ass my n+gga
next up the p+wn shop next up waste spot
rube boy cook up my sh+t, loco
where you find this skip?
labba labba, young hungry and dumb my n+gga
[chorus: labba]
bring you on top n+ggas wanna k!ll you
bring you down n+ggas talk bad about you
f+ck that bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
f+ck that bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
when you on top n+ggas talk about you
when you on down n+ggas gonna k!ll you
f+ck the bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
f+ck the bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends

[verse 2: labba]
seventeen homeless livin’ life reckless
f+cked a bad b+tch, got her ass pregnant
now i got a baby on the way
so i grab my smith and wesson i’m
my man get hoppin’ like mike vick
you, son of a b+tch i made it
i didn’t, put the f+ckin’ gun to my head
back up brands and acceptin’ my branch
young and became a man
rockstar smokers that’s my first fans
look how i got the street on tip
motherf+cker, i am the most wanted, gangster

[chorus: labba]
when you on top n+ggas wanna k!ll you
bring you down n+ggas talk bad about you
f+ck that bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
f+ck that bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
when you on top n+ggas talk about you
when you on down n+ggas wanna k!ll you
f+ck the bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends
f+ck the bullsh+t, i ain’t got no friends

- labba lyrics

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