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tamissover - friends lyrics

hook
she don’t wanna be friends x11

verse
got allot a sh-t in my head
this b-tch wanna f-ck the gang
gucci all up on the lens
true religion on my pants
i was sleeping in cl-ss
dreaming about the bands
n-ggas talking bout me
i really don’t give a d-mn
n-gga what you talking bout
i know she f-cking for some clout
all these hoes love my sound
take yo thot bend her down
take your hoe make her dance
ysl came from france
b-tch you is in the past
running fast to the cash
diamonds gon splash on these n-ggas
i might go f-ck on these b-tches
b-tches be taking them pictures
cut that b-tch off like some scissors
i might go bool wit your b-tch for the week
i hide she finna go seek
walking around with yo b-tch
fleur got the red on his feet
all these n-ggas are silly
f-ck on yo hoe she so pretty
all these b-tches they picky
b-tch told me come over i suck on her t-tties
but really i don’t like to fight
but i told him to pull up tonight
i was thinking bout my past
i was thinking bout my past
and i had a nice laugh
and i had a nice laugh

hook
she don’t wanna be friends x6
got this sh-t in my head
she don’t wanna be friends x15

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