Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friends, artist - Hustle Gang. Album song We Want Smoke, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
Friends |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, movin' slow in the Benz |
| Lookin' at these suckers through these Cartier lens |
| Reachin' out to God, hope he overlook my sins |
| Clear sunroofs open up to feel the wind |
| Feelin' like Khaled, tell them all I do is win |
| Only countin' racks if they comin' by the tens |
| Whole world watchin' cause they know I’m settin' trends |
| I’m King Truth, bitch, I’m 'bout it |
| Streets locked, bitch, I got it |
| See me lose, bitch, I doubt it |
| I’ma check somethin', no deposit |
| Villains comin' out the closet, probably 'cause they know I’m solid |
| I ain’t there to look and make it, I’ma take flight like a pilot |
| Like Big Mo, I was chose |
| Like Derrick, how I Rose |
| My money long, I expose |
| Like Jay-Z changin' clothes |
| I build traps like kaboose |
| I’m still with it, think I’m froze |
| I’m heavy with it, nothin' light |
| Don’t roll glass 'less it’s foes |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I’m back at it, nothin' safe |
| 'Bout ten Summers, played the race |
| Don’t get mad, fix your face |
| Jump all cool like I’m grease |
| Can’t take mine, get your place |
| Trunk floatin', went to space |
| Don’t touch mine, check the waist |
| All black, check the race |
| I’m representin' Robert Bates, to the whole world, he the greatest |
| He spot like he Mikey Vegas |
| He still the king, I’m the latest |
| Me and Moxiii 'bout to zone out |
| You don’t understand that, you on the wrong route |
| It’s my time, I can’t hold out |
| I bring the heat like it was cold out |
| No rollout, I’m just ridin' |
| All black tint like I’m hidin' |
| Got a new wave, I’m just divin' |
| Better take your seat 'cause I’m risin' |
| It’s real life, ain’t no rhymin' |
| Everything I got from me grindin' |
| I be damned I don’t get to the top, I was on my way like I’m drivin' |
| I’m tryna shut down the game |
| And after that, lead it with fame |
| Ain’t nothin' I got to explain |
| Just give me that check with a name |
| And I do not feel I can change |
| Ain’t no reachin', I’m outta your range |
| I come take you, you think I was strange |
| Hit the whip and I switch up the frame |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |
| I ain’t got no mothafuckin' friends |
| I’m comin' down, real slow in my Benz |