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Frienemies

 

Frienemies

(album: Flex Muzik - 2017)


ISO
2017, ain't no more of that phony kicking it
Aye, yeah, damn
Aye, count up the racks
Aye, Louis my bag, Louis my hat, Louis my rag

Fake friends, frienemies, how many of 'em do we have? (damn)
Aye, sit back and laugh, smoking the gas, counting the cash
And the foreign go fast, race for the cash (skrt), going so fast, I might crash (skrt)
Balling so hard I should enter the NBA draft (balling, ballin'), balling (ballin')
Fake friends, frienemies, how many of 'em do we have? (we have 'em)
Aye, sit back and laugh, smoking the gas, counting the cash
And the foreign go fast (skrt), race for the cash, going so fast, I might crash (skrt, skrt, skrt)
Balling so hard I should enter the NBA draft (ballin')

Aye, living life like everyday is my last
You can do you, I'ma do me and count up these racks (cash)
Louis Vuitton on my hat and my rag and my bag (Louis)
Ride for my bros, put my gang on my back (NAZ)
These niggas be snakes so I ride with the MAC (brr)
Speeding so fast in that foreign, might crash (skrt)
I like Beamers nigga I don't like Jags (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
Yeah, I ball like my name is AI (yeah)
We got them guns just like TI (brr)
Been getting to it since I was knee high (bow)
Growing up, I know I was that guy (the lil nigga)
Big homie tell me reach for the sky (go)
Don't trust new niggas, they'll leave you dry (no)
If I want that shit, I'ma go and buy
Can't be a broke nigga, I'd rather die

Fake friends, frienemies, how many of 'em do we have?
Aye, sit back and laugh, smoking the gas, counting the cash
And the foreign go fast, race for the cash, going so fast, I might crash
Balling so hard I should enter the NBA draft (balling, balling, balling, ballin')
Fake friends, frienemies, how many of 'em do we have?
Aye, sit back and laugh, smoking the gas, counting the cash
And the foreign go fast, race for the cash, going so fast, I might crash
Balling so hard I should enter the NBA draft

done

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