| Old friends become strangers
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| New friends become dangerous
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| Never does it ever let me down
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| 'Til you have real friends
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| 'Til you have real friends
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| I got my drank poured
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| I got these Js rolled up
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| No need to change clothes
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| I’ll be fine in what I got on
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| Keep meetin' new hoes
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| And fuckin' the same ho once
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| I tried to move on
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| And end up right back inside this position
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| I got a million ties
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| Suit talk like Tom Ford when I top back in the five
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| So alive I could die right now, come back still alive
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| You was fake with the handshake, now you come back stealing fives
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| Only One Umbrella mob
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| Left her by her grandmama crib and then I went back to the ways
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| Went back to the field, had to hit it, step back for the plays
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| Step back with a 10 pack, made 10 rack for the day
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| Impact, don’t play
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| Been strapped since pin strap now I sit back on the Wraith
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| Damn, look how shit changed
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| Couldn’t see it back then, now you say you seein' what I been saying
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| Chick from the Himalayas, na-na-na-na-na
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| When I walk up in the buildin', all you hear is
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| «Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!»
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| Didn’t love me at the bottom
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| But they wanna love a nigga at the top though
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| Innocent, since Pac, now I got the bald head with the Pac flow
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| Neck lookin' like Pablo with the ki’s stuffed in the Tahoe
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| Been licked since I blow out in Oslo with my eyes low
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| Said I got a million ties
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| You got a million ways to get it, well, I got a milly and five
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| I really will donate a mill to my city, it’s gettin' too real to survive
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| Only the trillest survive
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| You don’t wanna get caught up in this situation when all of my niggas arrive
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| I’m back in the biddy, countin' 100, 20, 50, like this Kinder Surprise
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| I open this shit up but see a surprise, when really it ain’t a surprise
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| This shit just come to me naturally
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| Women in love with me naturally
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| She told you that she never fucked me
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| But she was just fuckin' me actually
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| Top down, top down
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| I’m hot now, hot now
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| Lot of rap and R&B niggas popped off my sound
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| Then I hit 'em with the southpaw, switch and they all dropped down
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| Cropped out, cropped out
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| They got me over the blog, me and Dream dollar bill
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| Rumors that we dated, gotta be faker than a three dollar bill
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| I might just walk in this Starlets, just to show you that the star lit
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| Add a bad bitch, market
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| Martin tell, kept ten shots next time that I get the ball lit
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| Wardrobe, crib callin', new shit that I’m on, it’s
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| Yeah, tell 'em boys that the squad lit
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| All 100s, all green-blue, you swear I’m playin' for the Hornets
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| But I’m playin' for the T City and the Umbrella team with me
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| I got a million ties, pretty Brazilian wives
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| Come to my city and see how the shooters is takin' civilian lives
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| I been out there in the field with 'em, so who am I to pick a side?
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| Just 'cause I got legitimized, to hypocrite and criticize |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Old Friends x New Foes , by - Tory Lanez. Song from the album MEMORIES DON'T DIE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп