Search results for 'champagne for my real friends real pain for my sham friends by fall out boy' Page #168

a handgun with me

All these niggas talking 'bout real nigga shit (yeah)
What you know about real nigga shit?
I'ma die for my family or sit in the pen

""It's Been Real""

(Never say never)

Baby, I hope we can still be friends
And I really hate to see this affair come to an end
But I don't know, it

You won't ever know the pain I felt
Lately I been tryna save myself
I think about you way too much
We both know you play too much
And that's real

for me, cause these haters scheming on the low
Pray for me, cause a young nigga stay fly
Pray for me, too much pride hold my head high
Pray for me,

keep the same energy
Not when ya friends turn enemies
Would never throw dirt on ya name for real
Pray to God I don't let the anger build
Why you gotta

features need 'em
I'm sellin' out cold hit's while
I lay in Ibiza
I'm hopin' for better but hidden message
To my shooter like, "Eggs
I'm layin' for Easter"

They said it was called the trap
But on the north side we call it the bando
Yeen' know
Naw for real

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We

drive
Yup talk to em boy
Y'all bouta sit down for the ride
Smoovement we up now
Sweet baby Ray this our time let's go
I wont stop yeah I'm going

the stu locked in the booth
These niggas ain't marching with troops
I put my heart in the booth
Shit can get unchy boy shit can get real
Main bitch solid

Sitting back waisting time as I watch it go by
Had a fucked up life see the pain in my eyes
Out here begging for my slice of the pie
But it don't

on you
You keep listening to you friends
You keep making up events
I seen it play in my head
I feel like I am the best
Check me out, check me out
I've been

Doublemint Gum lookin' for the chewin'
What are you doin?
All you fuck boys out here goin'
Thats why all my freaky
Bitches out here hoein' bitch

Freaky deaky

tell me don't look at it
I can't do that, but I can do this
Champagne bottles in both my fists
Slide to the right, slide to the left

Only real P's gon'

wasn’t for me
2015 said The Dream got lucky
2016 we was touring in the van
By 2022 they gotta know who I am
All planned really thought it all out
Lost boy

friend, to the end.

I don't think my heart can take much more.
I need you to be there for me. (I will)
To love and care for me. (For real)
Say you gonna

Knocked him out his shoes na
In Miami with them blues yeah
My niggas say that I am real
Swinging 9 yeah for real
Ab get it by the mail
Get my mama house

you
Because i'm a real dude and that's what real do

Getting high with the help of my friends what should i buy with all these bands
How about a matte

If These Walls Could Talk

Dead Celebrity Status

Blood Music

2006

the cracks on the ceiling for my own entertainment.
And this order, it feels like post mortem, shit,
I'd rather have my pumpkin smashed by Billy Corgan.
'cause

got older
I wanted more all up in yo landscape wit the blower
No lawn mower but we keep the grass cut for the snakes and the jakes
Aye, erryday my C-Day

Don't Curse

Heavy D

Journey Continues

1991

This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip
So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip
We gonna teach these people out there who

hope
That when these moments end
That we can learn to cope
With never truly being more than friends
 
I fell hard for a minute
You could've been my

I said come fuck with me one time
Out here making moves
I be up before the sunshine
I've done paid my dues
Know you fucking with a real one
Out here

(I don't wanna feel this way no more)
Yeah
I got too attached by the way you feel me
By the way I come back even if it kills me
Drown my sorrows like

saver say tweet
So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
His name Kweli
(You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)
I mean
(That's my