That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
Never ever pay rent
She hangs up, and calls a friend
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
You know that shit is my best friend.
With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back
I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home
All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone
And now i see that you were just a fake friend
The day before is better than the present
It's a shame that young girls want to end up like you,
I guarantee our change whatever we go through
Might as well get it off yo’ chest
I just want a best friend
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