Tell you're friend, smoke a 10, back again and im in for the win
Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin
Talking about a friend, of a friend
I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion
Tell you're friend, smoke a 10, back again and im in for the win
I thought you were a friend
Then push the milk on a slow bend
Im starving for blood my friend
Niggas in the street scared
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
Stabbing gall bladders in backs of bathroom stalls
Murdered every bod from my squad
I go back to my friend rob.
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