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Chris Sails

Fake Friends

 

Fake Friends


Niggas criticize me like, they like perfect
Like they past pretty
Like they future flawless and shit
That's why I don't give a fuck no more
Niggas fake, Imma do my thang
You know we on nigga
Fuck you niggas

We got sticks, we got blicks, we got drums in this bitch
I could never love a hoe, bitch it's too late you know I'm rich
I can't buy no hoe a purse, don't give a fuck how rich I get
Had to cut some niggas off, cause they was on some hating shit

Grimey shit, baby, I just wanna fuck, can't wife no bitch
Told my bitch to do her job and she brought a bag home
We put money on his head now that nigga bag gone
Don't support you when you down but when you up, they try to show love
Would've fucked the love, I've been hated on my whole life
I can't take this pain I wanna go back to my old life
Girl, he fucked you over, you can't love him the same now
And ooh, I want your love, I'm tryna tell you that I changed now
Don't got opps but, it's a couple niggas hating on me
Don't want friends, I'm tired of these niggas changing on me
Ooh ooh, Imma changed man so don't listen to the Shade Room
Ooh ooh
Told these bitch niggas don't speak on shit that they don't really know
And my bitch think I'm cheating but, I be sleeping with my pole
Bitch I'm rich, it ain't shit it ain't shit to get you wiped out
Niggas ain't really 'bout it, them niggas act hard

We got sticks, we got blicks, we got drums in this bitch
I could never love a hoe, bitch it's too late you know I'm rich
I can't buy no hoe a purse, don't give a fuck how rich I get
Had to cut some niggas off, cause they was on some hating shit

Ooh ooh, they don't know my pain in the booth
(When you got a good hard, they gone use you)
Fucked up in the head, I got some loose screws
Thinking 'bout my girl like how the fuck did I lose you?
I'm really that nigga, I be thumbing through these hunnids
They can't figure me out, they keep on making assumptions
You my slime, it's my dog, Imma keep it one hundred
They keep on pointing out my flaws, acting like they life perfect
Told my brother, "I won't change on you"
And I've been tryna win but they praying for me to lose

Ooh ooh

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