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Tupac Shakur( 2Pac )
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Fuck Friends
Lyricist:Quincy Delight Jones Iii, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young
Oh, who ho, ho Live from the crazy house You heard that shit nigga Live from the crazy house
Yo that nigga be crazy as hell (Hey yo, what you doing with that big ass nigga anyway?) My ghetto love song (Set it off, set it off) Let's be friends
Where my niggaz at, where my niggaz, where my niggaz Where my niggaz, where my niggaz at Where my real niggaz at, all my real niggaz Throw you mother fucking hands up
C'mon, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's see you throw you hands in the air Throw 'em, throw 'em, throw 'em West side in this mother fucker right here, west side Throw you hands in the air Let me see you just throw you hands in the air
Approach you and posed a minute, all on my double R tinted As you pass bye, winkin' my eye, freshly scented What's the haps baby, look, get with me and perhaps lady You can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship Do with that scandalous shit I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitating, actin' like your shit don't stink Check out my diamonds
Bitch everyone gon' blink, this be a thug thing, outlaw Nigga with riches cream dreamin' mutha fucka On a mash for bitches Check my resume, sippin' on crystal and alize
Smoking on big weed, key'd the Cali way Don't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fit I can't stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired bitch Let my pedigree read briefly, their so cheap
Puttin' bitch made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so called car Who the man while I'm tuggin' on your main bitch hand (West side)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me Fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke dearly (C'mon y'all) Baby let's be friends
Let's be friends (Where my niggaz at c'mon) You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your
Friends (All my niggaz c'mon) While you trickin' on them other hoes Let's be friends (Where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?) (Hu, huh)
Let's be friends You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your, friends (Cash making hoe's) While you trickin' on them other hoes Let's be
I met you and I stuttered in passion Though slightly blinded But at last, it was hard to keep my dick in my pants Every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore
Staring and watching, me and you One on one, picture countless options Was it prophecy, clear as day? Visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts And touch everything inside you, from my head to my nuts You got my sweatin' like a fat girl going for mine Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind
Back in time, I recall how she used to be I guess, money and fame made ya used to me What's up in 96? Lying tricks in drag Fuck Dre
Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass, back to you My pretty ass, caramal queen Got my hands on your thighs Now let me in between, as friends
Lets be friends (Where my niggaz at c'mon) You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your
Friends (All my niggaz c'mon) While you trickin' on them other hoes Let's be friends (Where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?) (Hu, huh)
Let's be friends You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your, friends (Cash making hoe's) While you trickin' on them other hoes Let's be
Let's be friends Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (West side in this mother fucker right here) You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your, friends (West side in this mother fucker)
While you trickin' on them other hoes Let's be friends (West side in this mother fucker right here) Let's be friends
You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your, friends (In this mother fucker right here) While you trickin' on them other hoes
Can you image in me in player mode? Rush the tricks I got 'em, ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game? Bet I screamed west side when I came (West side)
Scream my name, 'cause baby it's delicious Got a weak spot for pretty bitches Up and down, similar to switches My movement, baby let your back dip into it, make it fluent
In and out, all around when a nigga do it You got me high, let me come inside Love it when you get on top, baby let me ride Who wanna stop me? In my top notch
Fucking player hating niggaz 'cause they cock block You probably hate to see a real thug envisioned with the game Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change? Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good, in this world of g's Baby got me fantasizing of seeing you naked It's a fuck song, so check my record And let me friends
Where my niggaz at? (Ah, ah, ah, aha) Show me where my niggaz at Where my bitches at? Thugstyle
Let's be friends Where my niggaz at? (Huh,huh) Where my bitches at? Throw your guns in the air
Friends My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on Let's be friends Where my niggaz at? (Huh,huh)
Where my bitches at? Where my niggaz at? Friends, where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? Where my people at? Let's be
Where my people at? Show me where my people at Where my people at? Show me where my people at Where my people at? Show me where my people at All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at? Be friends, tell me where my bitches at? Be friends, tell me where my people at? Make money, take money, be friends
Let's be friends (Where my niggaz at c'mon) You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your
Friends (All my niggaz c'mon) While you trickin' on them other hoes Let's be friends (Where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?) (Hu, huh)
Let's be friends You ain't gotta by my man at all As long as you just give me your, friends (Cash making hoe's) While you trickin' on them other hoes Let's be
Friends (Get your cash on) (Let's get money) You ain't gotta by my man at all
As long as you just give me your, friends (C'mon, get your cash on) While you trickin' on them other hoes (Let's get paid)
Let's be friends (C'mon, get your cash on) You ain't gotta by my man at all (Let's get paid)
As long as you just give me your Friends (C'mon, get your cash on) While you trickin' on them other hoes (Let's get paid)
Make money, take money Make money, take money Make money, take money Make money, take money
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