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