with your ex-girlfriend Even if she starts to flirt with me again. Allow me apologize for my slightly wicked thoughts; 'Cause that's the kind of friend
the blogs Everybody's a fan if you boo or applaud Now give me your energy, even if you're my enemy Or trying to be friends with me, aggressively or timidly
I don't need nobody but my god damn self Since I been in dis game It's been like a ceilin fan What comes around goes around Will circlen back again Your friends
keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now Rather than friends
five plus one, sittin on ten times two Shorty when I'm through.... I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too It's so funny how I
we love to have fun This is our world, from here to your hood Lock me up now, it's okay to feel good I got a friend named Flow Who got a friend named
'm bleeding Smile When your struggilin Smile when Your in jail Smile When your dead broke Smile And the rents due Smile You ain't got friends now Smile
as hell, But the sick thing was, I was acting like a bitch as well, Isn?t it funny how money can make a lot of people change? You think you?re my friend
Fellas, dance to the beat, come on [Verse 2:] I got on- all my ice made from Jacob the Jeweller I'm home along feelin like Ferris Beuller Mami, you're fine, but your friends
on her back, Wings on her back, Wing, wings on her back. She has swag like mine and ones in her crack, Ones in her crack, One, ones in her crack.
Go Hard In Hip-Hop Hope They Remember Me Screamin' "Thug Life" Like A Tupac Many-Me Any Beef? Tell Em' To Bring It Special Delivery I Bet My Little Friend
take some pictures then I'm gone Instead of going to a mansion, I'm headed back to the block It's time to get the trap cracking, I move marijuana and crack
but that hard, coming out of the house And it is I can't get a job, cause I'm an ex convict All day I sell crack, not with but the bomb shit My spot
Verse 1: Z-Ro] When will it ever stop all this hatin and droppin salt all I'm tryna do is live lavish with millions in my vault now from selling crack
thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready, because this world ain't no friend
