Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Ain't My Friend, artist - Lil Boosie. Date of issue: 14.04.2008
Song language: English
You Ain't My Friend |
| Frieeends… |
| How many of us have them… Oh yeah |
| Friends… How many of us have them… Ohh uhh… Ohh ohhh |
| You aint my wodie |
| You aint my round |
| You aint my Thug nigga til da end… |
| What happened to da friends we coulda been |
| When I was down you aint even come around (round) |
| Look, look |
| Tryna keep it guudda but friends got me on my numbas, |
| Standin frontin and you aint payin imma fuckin |
| Ya stupid motha fucka, |
| Always thought that I was playin, |
| Now I gotta cut ya loose and letcha roam on the land, |
| It’s time to be a grown man I caint hold ya hand, |
| Look I had love for ya people I hope they understand, |
| I did all I can, |
| When you went to jail I Bent over backwards for ya still aint |
| I coulda fucked yo main bitch but I had love for ya, |
| If ya got some gangsta shit Lil Quick was quick ta bust for ya, |
| Kick up dust for ya even put on cuffs for ya, |
| I hate to say it but now it’s tough love for ya, |
| I aint gone let this money change me, |
| You did it to ya self you aint gotta explain ta me (explain ta me), |
| I’m tryna send this message to my ghetto people, |
| Neva eva bite da hand that feed ya. |
| You aint my wodie |
| You aint my round |
| You aint my Thug nigga til da end… |
| What happened to da friends we coulda been |
| When I was down you aint even come around (round) |
| (Boosie) |
| Say dawg look, |
| You caint lie, |
| I held it down through da thick and thin, |
| If I fuck witchu I’m like chucky friends til da end, |
| Ya meals at my house, |
| When I think about what happened tears wanna come out, |
| I’ve bent my back and been a hunded witcha, |
| If ya had pussy problems I used ta run it witcha, |
| Look what greed done a nigga, |
| So many friends in da wind since da money came, |
| Caint stand ta see me do my thang and that’s a fuckin shame, |
| I gave my last, |
| The first time ya asked, |
| Momma like this fuckin heart gone get me zipped up in a bodybag, |
| Whateva happened to the real G (the real G), |
| Who do life in da pen 'for they let they fuckin stripes bleed, |
| We livin in da last days, |
| New friends uhh uhh, |
| Cuz badass been betrayed, |
| So treat 'em like slaves Father God punish them, |
| For punishin me, |
| Had me thinkin |
| You aint my wodie |
| You aint my round |
| You aint my Thug nigga til da end… |
| What happened to da friends we coulda been |
| When I was down you aint even come around (round) |