Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friends , by - Sada Baby. Release date: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Friends |
| Got back in my one groove |
| Wasn’t feelin' none that other shit |
| Hmm, this that |
| I wasn’t feelin' none that other shit |
| Nah, but this that |
| The opps ain’t ready for what bome with this |
| Huh, huh, it’s a mismatch |
| Huh, I wasn’t feelin' none of that other shit (Feelin' none of that other shit) |
| But this that (This that, this that) |
| Ain’t ready for what bome with this (The opps ain’t ready) |
| It’s a mismatch (Mismatch) |
| I ain’t wanna use no autotune |
| Just for me to get it through |
| Naw, I’m high and I’m just playin' with it |
| Ah, said, fuck is you sayin', nigga? |
| Huh, I get it goin', I’m the man, nigga |
| Is you an opp or a motherfuckin' fan, nigga? |
| Don’t let it go over your head, huh, I don’t understand niggas |
| You the police, you be hangin' with the feds, nigga |
| Me and mines gon' eat, I ain’t gotta say I fed niggas |
| If you looked out for me back in the day, that’s why you stand with m, huh |
| Locked in 5L, how it slid with me |
| Huh, wasn’t my doin', that was God’s plan |
| Niggas be actin' lik my kids, I’m just a god-daddy |
| Don’t imitate no sucker shit, I learned that from my daddy |
| Guns all in Ham Escalade like it’s my Caddy |
| MCA don’t mean shit, nigga, why lie? |
| MCB cook the beef like Five Guys |
| Yeah, uh, guess which one I’m is, serve 'em with the fries |
| Huh, huh, death combo, nigga, supersize |
| Huh, make a nigga leak red for a white lie |
| Yeah, I got, huh, white with me, not no white guy |
| I’d have the same attitude if I was 5'9″ |
| But I’m 6'2″ with a Five-seveN reppin' 55 |
| Yeah, boy, you a pussy— |
| He a pussy, but he ain’t gon' die nine times |
| Hit him in the head, a hole in one with that nine iron |
| With that nine iron |
| I’m a felon, huh |
| I can’t have no guns around me, but my arm fire |
| Huh, I can’t love another bitch 'cause my heart tired |
| Air him out, wet the whip up while the car in drive |
| Fell off in love with the violence quick as hell |
| Yeah, I’m too in touch with my darker side |
| Yeah, I don’t know where the dark reside |
| A ho can’t catch me in her web 'less Peter Parker died |
| Yeah, bitch, fuck your web of lies |
| Huh, I’ma tell the truth every fuckin' time |
| Huh, we got guns and we shoot every fuckin' kind |
| Huh, fuck a thot head up, watch me hump her mind |
| Fuck a fender bender, send a nigga bumper flyin' |
| That AR stop traffic, caution signs |
| AR stop traffic, hazard lights |
| I want the big sister 'cause it’s fatter, right? |
| She suck dick and take trips, that’s her life |
| Somebody gotta do it, that’s alright |
| He found out it was his sister, that’s a fight |
| I’ma go’n knock him out, night, night |
| You ever seen a nigga go night, night, nigga? |
| Huh, get him gone, that’s what I like nigga, uh |
| Leave him on like a night light, nigga, huh |
| Cut him off when the sun bome up |
| I’ll bust a nigga baby if his son run up |
| Nah, I ain’t gon' shoot the kids, I’m just gon' hit him |
| Huh, gon' shoot the kids, nah, I ain’t gon' kill, huh |
| Nah, I ain’t gon' kill the kids, but I’ma shoot his ass |
| Huh, huh, through his ass, huh |
| Free Colt, chopper throw, it shoot through his ass |
| Skuba cobra, the machine be done blew your ass |
| My best friend’ll kill your best friend, don’t move too fast, duh |