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NO FRIENDS
by HomiDa6Demon
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Big Mon, Big Boss!
Feel like I'm drownin' Surrounded by forms of bigotry
I thought I had felt pain When that bitch was playin' in them sheets
But it was my day ones That cut me, left me in the streets
Shit, lookin' at my dogs Like lookin' at me
Stuck off disbelief I twist the grabba leaf
Boy, I'm sick, I pour the eight And played some Mary J
Every minute saw plenty skits That ran some niggas straight
I know that's never me I stood on my belief
Still murk a nigga for my dog Never thought it'd be me
I'm fucked up in the atmosphere I'm geek
I had dreams of bein' like Pluto at Louis V
We was some dirty ghetto kids wit no sushi to eat
We just some dirty ghetto kids With no option for sushi
Had to switch it up, mop stick, chop ,
Had to do it!
If them niggas get the ups They gon' do me like Ruler
I'm tryna be like Uncle Sam And make him pay the bag
It's tax time, I'm on yo' ass But you gon' meet the man
Shit, nah, I'm out the way with it
High rise, fast bitches I call that pace livin
Nigga, just get yo' skrill up
I went from tear fishin' To fuckin' bass and ditty bitches
I got yo' four with this five And that shit like breath missiles
I ride the high like a hippie While Keisha paint my vision
I said prayer for them mamas Who babies fall in victim
Skim and roll, tire roll Let that pain flow
Never been no average joe I can't fuck Gucci on
Pop out Gucci on my toes And keep them moochies ballin
Told my Florida boy we gon' talk to him Just for losing weight
Them blue tits paint him fashion You gon' meet Tomeka
Bitch, said you gon' meet Tomeka
Them blue tits paint him fashion Watch what you say
I'm the boss
Rah, rah, rah
Feel like I'm drowning Surrounded by forms of military
Unapologetic
While I'm running up the currency
You don't see me
Not cause I don't fuck with you
It won't be getting better
At T.J
Big Mon, Big Boss!
Feel like I'm drownin' Surrounded by forms of bigotry
I thought I had felt pain When that bitch was playin' in them sheets
But it was my day ones That cut me, left me in the streets
Shit, lookin' at my dogs Like lookin' at me
Stuck off disbelief I twist the grabba leaf
Boy, I'm sick, I pour the eight And played some Mary J
Every minute saw plenty skits That ran some niggas straight
I know that's never me I stood on my belief
Still murk a nigga for my dog Never thought it'd be me
I'm fucked up in the atmosphere I'm geek
I had dreams of bein' like Pluto at Louis V
We was some dirty ghetto kids wit no sushi to eat
We just some dirty ghetto kids With no option for sushi
Had to switch it up, mop stick, chop ,
Had to do it!
If them niggas get the ups They gon' do me like Ruler
I'm tryna be like Uncle Sam And make him pay the bag
It's tax time, I'm on yo' ass But you gon' meet the man
Shit, nah, I'm out the way with it
High rise, fast bitches I call that pace livin
Nigga, just get yo' skrill up
I went from tear fishin' To fuckin' bass and ditty bitches
I got yo' four with this five And that shit like breath missiles
I ride the high like a hippie While Keisha paint my vision
I said prayer for them mamas Who babies fall in victim
Skim and roll, tire roll Let that pain flow
Never been no average joe I can't fuck Gucci on
Pop out Gucci on my toes And keep them moochies ballin
Told my Florida boy we gon' talk to him Just for losing weight
Them blue tits paint him fashion You gon' meet Tomeka
Bitch, said you gon' meet Tomeka
Them blue tits paint him fashion Watch what you say
I'm the boss
Rah, rah, rah
Feel like I'm drowning Surrounded by forms of military
Unapologetic
While I'm running up the currency
You don't see me
Not cause I don't fuck with you
It won't be getting better
At T.J