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robtwo - friends lyrics

[chorus]
posted where some niggas couldn’t live at
& she a real b-tch but she gotta fake -ss
point me to the dough, i’m tryna’ make that
bunch of bad b-tches tell me where yo friends at
bunch of bad b-tches tell me where yo friends at x4

[verse 1]
b-tch i run the gwap i’m where i’m patna’ reside
yellin’ f-ck twelve thats just how the mafia ride
streets be hectic, learned my lessons now my rollie can shine
vvs i got that check & if you look you go blind
i done f-cked some bad hoes i ain’t gone mention they name
wish they had me, now i’m fancy, all my diamonds they blang’
in a jag drag racin’ i might cop a musain
bentley goin’ crazy, nigga almost crashed the range
nigga watch me flex, i might ball out
hunnits’ in my pocket they might fall out
yea i’m with my niggas got my dogs out
& if a nigga trippin’ then its lights out

[verse 2]
b-tch i hang with k!llers, free them niggas in prison
mama told me listen i’m in love with the digits
i ran it up, we ran a muck it started off in the kitchen
know i’m sinning, lord forgive me i’m in love with the winning yea
money got a lot if it, im finna’ have a model b-tch
the feds on me in the six & niggas hate me cus’ i’m rich
im just tryna’ hit a lick & you a sucka prolly snitch
i give a f-ck about a b-tch & you gone buy her outfits

- robtwo lyrics

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