| Hah
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| Grimlin
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| Fuck poppin' bro
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| Mothafuckin' hard (Xan)
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| Slatt
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| Wrestlin'
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| Turn up, slimeball
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| Cars, we don’t rent those
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| Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
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| Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
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| In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
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| Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
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| Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo
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| I’ma get some M, nigga, I’ma keep it trill, nigga
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| Yeah, if nigga 12, y’ain’t tell, y’ain’t spill, nigga
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| Make these niggas feel me, hunnid round drum leave a nightmare on Elm Street
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| Bitch, I slatt-slime with Zack Slime, yeah, we kill beef
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| Hotbox AMGs, and we had the cream seats
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| F&N tucked, it’ll make a grown man scream
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| Run that paper up, but never let it change me
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| Up that blicky up, and you know we leave a crime scene
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| Money the model, I’m in the 'nolia with lotto
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| Tell a free-auto
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| Lil' big dawg in the hood, you know that these niggas gon' follow
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| Yeah, yeah, double cup the drank, bih
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| Young nigga hold, don’t share no fear
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| When I drip out, you know it’s severe
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| I’m with the slimes, you know that we here
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| Slidin' with slime, you know that we here
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| Told that ho to check the
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| on the fuckin' drum, nigga, you a fuckin' bear
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| Cars, we don’t rent those
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| Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
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| Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
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| In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
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| Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
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| Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo
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| I’ma get some M, nigga, I’ma keep it trill, nigga
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| Yeah, if nigga 12, y’ain’t tell, y’ain’t spill, nigga
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| Yeah, I get real high, smokin' cookie runts
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| Yeah, yeah, I get real high, yeah, I get dripped out
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| Yeah, I get real fly, yeah, you a guest, man
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| You the wingman, she’ll do one ho, don’t get no damn chance
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| Son these hoes, that’s a no-no
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| But all I know, I’m finna blow
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| Yeah, yeah, hit the road
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| Yeah, diamonds ocean water, you can park a fuckin' boat there
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| Yeah, Balmain jeans
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| I thumb through the paper, a lotta blue cheese
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| Got seventy hoes, yeah, nigga get green
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| I save up the load, don’t get in between
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| He havin' pressure, you know where I be
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| I’m on the Ave, you know I ain’t safe
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| I’m wantin' you now, you know I ain’t safe
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| To the PJ, go and get the M
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| Cars, we don’t rent those
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| Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
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| Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
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| In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
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| Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
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| Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo
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| I’ma get some M, nigga, I’ma keep it trill, nigga
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| Yeah, if nigga 12, y’ain’t tell, y’ain’t spill, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friend Zone , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Trapped On Cleveland 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп