Lyrics:
Make amends before we reach the end
My soul won't find rest until meet again
I'm closer to my enemies than I'm with my friends
It's easy to achieve it if
really ain't his friends
These niggas my blood, these niggas my kin
It's me and da men vs the world till da end
Till the end we making that sin
Throw a few
again
Sipping Hen
Staring at that white girl from Michigan
She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho
I went in for the kill, ASAP, pronto
So wait boo, 'fore
while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'mma throw myself a private party
I called up one, and said, "Whassup?
What's goin on?" She said, "Nuthin much"
I said,
serious shit
..
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'ma throw
..
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin while I sip on a 40
I got it! I'ma throw myself
Made me think that she wanted me to step up and make a family
And that was what I wanted, it was the only goal I could see it
Was confusing in the end
forties, it's all of a sudden your fault. I don't know if you know that because when you're single in your 20s everyone's like, yeah, stay single. Fuck
you never know when either one might run out
Don't mess too much with your hair
Or by the time you're 40 it will look 85
Be careful whose advice
you never know when either one might run out
Don't mess too much with your hair
Or by the time you're 40 it will look 85
Be careful whose advice
(Ayy, 40, what that doin'?)
Yeah
Get your top peeled back, brrt
Do you really have what it takes to be a millionaire (millionaire)
My TT, she
to follow up
All together bottoms up
Cheers
At the show, with some friends
We're fucking wasted by the end
A 40 ounce or some jungle juice
Crack one open,
buy
Sell, sell, sell
How well you learn
To not discern
Who's foe and who is friend
We'll own them all in the end
It goes like this, we have no
buy
Sell, sell, sell
How well you learn
To not discern
Who's foe and who is friend
We'll own them all in the end
It goes like this, we have no
same old story
Took by the same old fourty
Twenty forty years
Same old shawty that you knew from the East
On 91st with Cory
Starting to feel like this
to the end of
The road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
gay flaming fakes
Find him more cheddar, my end's for me stay gaining great
'Cause I am forever like em, forty, jay, wayne and drake
Pure art, I'm
and kill us
But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
To get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with henn, and still
yo' switches
Your friends, swervin' yo' bitches and then burnin' your bridges
You stuck and severed in thoughts of when it's all gonna end
When
Masked up like an infamous bandit
Quarter for the 40 nigga ask that's it?
If I'm not at ya bitch crib I'm in transit
Stones Pat $wazy they dirty
Lost so many niggas on the field yeah
She love me but I love the street yeah
Help my family before I leave yeah
Tryna do it with no deal yeah
40
( This k like a shark attack it take ya face
I fw glokk40 vampire my veins )
I'm smoking dis gas to get rid of the pain
How you love me but keep
See I don't want the pussy if it don't come wit hustle to make ends
And I don't want the dick if you just a worker with boss friends
If she ain't
one of my best pieces of fiction
And it's called I'll be getting by
And I'll make ends meet does the forty hour week have you bent at the knees
Discuss these friends end by 54 40 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In