Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Friendz

My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my
Where my niggaz at? Where my at?
your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your in the air)
be friends
(Wessyde in motherfucker right here, Wessyde)

you and post a minute, arm on my double R tinted
As you bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps
You can me multiply my stacks baby
seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that, shit, I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit stink
Check out my, diamonds bitch everyone blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with
Cream motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and
Smokin on big weed, keyed the way
Don't like trickin but buy you a fifth
I can't no sneaker wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so
Puttin bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my comp, who the man?
I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby be friends

be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, as you just bring me your
Friends, (all my niggaz, my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on other hoes?
be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(Where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me
Friends, (cash hoes)
Why you trickin on other hoes?
be friends

I met you and I in passion
Though blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my in my pants
Every time you pass got me for you hardcorestarin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we bubonics
Far from a crush I bust your guts and touch
Everything inside you from my to my nuts
You got me like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
in time I recall how she used to be
I guess and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? Fine in drag
Fuck Dre, tell bitch he can kiss my ass
to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on thighs now
Let me in between as

Let's be (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just me your
Friends, (wessyde in motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me
Friends, (in this motherfucker here)
Why you trickin on other hoes?
be friends

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the
I got em for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My or the game?
Bet I WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby delicious got a weak spot
For pretty up and down, similar to switches
My movement, let your back get into it
it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me inside
I it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock (cock block)
You probably hate to see a thug with vision, what's the game?
see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned - in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you
the fuck song, so check my record
And let's be
(Where my niggaz at? me where my niggaz at?
my bitches at) Thug style

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, my bitches at?)
(Throw yo' in the air!)
Friends, (my ghetto love song, it on and on and on and on)
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my at?)
(Where my at?)
Friends, (where my niggaz at, where my at?)
(Where my people at? be)

Where my people at? me where my people at
my people at? Show me where my people at
All my now, just my niggaz come
my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, tell me my niggaz at
Be friends, tell me my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my at
Be friends, tell me my bitches at
money, take money, be friends

Let's be (get your cash on, let's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me
Friends, (c'mon, get your on)
Why you trickin on other hoes?
be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)
You gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, getcha on)
Why you trickin on other hoes?
be friends

Make money, money
Make money, money
Make money, take
Make money, take
Make money, money