Friends 2017 Hustle Gang; T.I.; RaRa; Brandon Rossi
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Artist: Hustle Gang; T.I.; RaRa; Brandon Rossi

Album: Friends

Release time: 08-09-2017

 

Friends (朋友) (Clean) - Hustle Gang/T.I./RaRa/Brandon Rossi

Written by:Clifford Harris/Rodriqueiz Smith/Brandon Rossi/Shauntrell Pender/Djuan Hart/Frazier Thompson/Jacquez Lowe/Widnick Prevalon

 

95 Mack with the Polo book

Cuban link on with the Jesus piece

Doin' the most hoe sayin' the least

Need p**sy and money that's how I break the weak

I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down

I ain't makin' this up I ain't f**kin' around

I'm at in the ally on my cellphone

Get the p**sy get the head get the hell on

Convicted fel-on

With no right to bear arms

Still I do but carefully I'm who they tell on

*s watchin' but we keep it goin'

Like the camera rollin' and them people on us

You know it

Middle finger out the Beamer like Pac

One hand on my dick one hand on my Glock

All gas through the dash I'o'nt plan on stoppin'

Got a mouth full'a gold shirt off I'm Pac

Still ridin' with my ni**a with a thug's habbit

My other ni**a drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly

Now we ain't finna play no games not at all period

They hit ya a** long range like Paul Pierce

And drop a song bet ya a** hear it all year

And let's get one thing clear lets get one thing straight

Came straight up in this bih move sh*t up out the way

Put your hands in the air b**ch show me where the safe

You know it

Friends

 

We use that term loosely too loosely

 

Everybody ain't your friend

 

We use that term loosely too loosely

 

Everybody ain't your friend

Build to last

Need mine b**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Everybody ain't your friend

Born to lose

Build to last

Need mine b**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Everybody ain't your friend

I'm a thug ni**a peep the authenticity

The wrist at least 60 ya killn' me

Jimmy Choo a thousand on my b**ch feet

Japanese diet only thing I eat is kimichi

Give a foot long to ya b**ch no Blimpie

Orville Redenbacher I'm the only b**ch poppin'

And a whole clique 'a yall damn sure couldn't stop it

Runnin' straight to the money that's the only way I'm rockin'

And if yee ain't got that then they might get to poppin'

I ain't f**kin' with the crowd I'm a different kind of b**ch

Go to court and point fingers you a different kind of snitch

Think I wanna buy a yacht be a different kind of rich

But I'm still from the hood I'll settle for a brick

And if I call you a friend I die for ya

That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook

Man I was raised in the trenches by straight crooks

When lady see me on the street grab they pocketbook

I'm sharp as a pocket knife on IG

This address on my ID

Should tell you I'm from Bankhead you know not to try me

I put you over my knee

And spank your a** like my niece

And kick ya sh*t Tai Chi until it's over capisce

Call 'em Jimmy John's cause them shooters gon' deliver me

Gon' catch ya after hours outside of where you livin' at

Don't forget Tokyo man we gotta keep it pimpin'

I'm rockin' with these hoes five grand for the linen

Dro

Friends

 

We use that term loosely too loosely

 

Everybody ain't your friend

 

We use that term loosely too loosely

 

Everybody ain't your friend

Build to last

Need mine b**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Everybody ain't your friend

Born to lose

Build to last

Need mine b**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Everybody ain't your friend

You don't really know what disloyalty like

Any time you get around homeboys in life

And den they owe you time to pay they like 'oh I forgot'

Then when my ni**a Trae caught 'em in the parking lot OK

Betta know I keep a rocket so I'm ballin like I'm Harden

Open up the safe I got it looking like a gourd

Hustle like a mu'f**ka f**k what *s charge

And I came from bein' nothin' now I'm top five startin'

And the game need renovation

 

F**k it no penetration

Money my demonstration foreigns in my destination

To me and my numbers with no hestitation

Pulled up on yo block light it up like it's a celebration

Friends

 

We use that term loosely too loosely

 

Everybody ain't your friend

 

We use that term loosely too loosely

 

Everybody ain't your friend

Build to last

Need mine b**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Everybody ain't your friend

Born to lose

Build to last

Need mine b**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Where that money at B**ch f**k all that

Everybody ain't your friend

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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