Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring All Your Friends, artist - Clyde Carson. Date of issue: 19.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bring All Your Friends |
| Boy amazed, got my |
| Before my time, I was ahead of 'em |
| Rich enough, I could just put my lights out (aha) |
| But I can’t lie, nigga, love the game |
| Poppin', like a yellow |
| Without even tryin', I’m still insane (still it) |
| Ey, doze at the light |
| Smoke weed, cook healthy, yeah, that’s my type |
| Cute face, fat ass, yeah, that’s my ride |
| Another party at the crib, yeah, that’s my life (ooh) |
| Clap in my hands in the boxes |
| Standin' on the couch in my Nikes |
| I guess I’m just born to live the shit |
| Another check showin' off my penmanship |
| Got a studio session from ten to six |
| And you can come, too, baby, bring all your friends |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Bring all your friends (bring 'em, bring 'em) |
| Bring all your friends (you can bring 'em) |
| Bring all your friends |
| You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends |
| Baby diggin' the when I let it spill |
| Baby thinkin' I’m hella famous, what a deal |
| Suck your face, use the thing, you bitches know the drill |
| Whole squad Pokemon on the |
| Make sure you bring your partner with you, no for real |
| I prolly won’t hit on it, but lil' homie will |
| Fuck you with my clothes on, 'cause I know you still (bitch!) |
| Baby go bananas when she on a pill (bitch!) |
| Even on them pyjamas, they don’t think it’s ill |
| Solid bitches, they don’t do the kiss |
| Brought up another cup and then I let her ill |
| Mad swag on the day before I went to jail |
| law-abiding, this shit is ill |
| Fucking my bitch partner and then I let her faint |
| Fucking my bitch partner and then I let her faint |
| But where your other partners at, I’m tryina fuck with them |
| Bring all your friends (Bring 'em, bring 'em) |
| Bring all your friends (Yeah, yeah) |
| Bring all your friends |
| You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends |
| Bring all your friends (Yeah) |
| Bring all your friends (OK, yeah) |
| Bring all your friends |
| You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends |
| (Yeah, I) |
| You know Keisha a freak, she don’t wanna go |
| And on ther under |
| We got molly, we got drank, we got busta roll |
| When they see the front though, you know they ain’t front, no |
| Hit it twice and they passin' it back (yeah) |
| 'Sip some Hyphy, then chasin' with (yeah) |
| Some from the Bay and some bitches from (yeah) |
| They ain’t with you, then you know where they at |
| Ey |
| Fuckin' on the couch, we am under them covers |
| Am I drippin' or these bitches keep touching each other? |
| I like the way she like that I never her lover |
| And I prefer a dyke over a wife |
| So if it’s money for some pussy, that’s what we don’t like |
| You wanna come and get it, baby, please don’t bite |
| Every time I see you it’s gonna be on sky |
| And when the night over, y’all goin' to be alright, so |
| Bring all your friends (I…, aha) |
| Bring all your friends (yeah) |
| Bring all your friends |
| You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends |
| (Yeah) |
| Bring all your friends (yeah) |
| Bring all your friends (yeah) |
| Bring all your friends |
| When you come, too, baby, bring all your friends |