Friend Zone
Lil Keed
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Ha Grimlin F*ck poppin' bro This mothafucker hard (Xan) Slatt (Wrestlin') Turn up, Slimeball Cars, we don't rent those Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo I'ma get some Ms, nigga, I'ma keep it trill, nigga Yeah, if the nigga 12 Yeah, he tell Yeah, he spilled, nigga Make these niggas feel me Hunnid round drum leave a nightmare on Elm Street Bitch, I slatt-slime with Zack Slime, yeah, we kill beef Hotbox AMGs, and we had the cream seats F&n tucked, it'll make a grown man scream Run that paper up, but never let it change me Up that blicky up, and you know we leave a crime scene If money the model, I'm in the 'Nolia with Lotto Tell 'em free Otto Lil' big dawg in the hood, you know that these niggas gon' follow Yeah, yeah, double cup the drank, bih Y'all nigga's hoes, don't show no fear When I drip out, you know it's severe I'm with the slimes, you know that we here Slidin' with slime, you know that we here Told that ho to check the gear Mufasa of the fuckin' jungle, nigga, you a fuckin' bear Cars, we don't rent those Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo I'ma get some Ms, nigga, I'ma keep it trill, nigga Yeah, if the nigga 12 Yeah, he tell Yeah, he spilled, nigga Yeah, I get real high, smokin' Cookie Runtz Yeah, yeah, I get real high, yeah, I get dripped out Yeah, I get real fly, yeah, you a yes man You the wingman, she'll do one ho, don't get no damn chance Son these hoes, that's a no-no But all I know, I'm finna blow Yeah, yeah, hit the road Yeah, diamonds ocean water, you can park a fuckin' boat there Yeah, Balmain jeans I thumb through the paper, a lotta blue cheese Y'all savin' these hoes, yeah, nigga, you green I save up the load, don't get in between He havin' pressure, you know where I be I'm on the Ave, you know I ain't safe I'm warnin' you now, you know I ain't safe To the PJ, go and get the M Cars, we don't rent those Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo I'ma get some Ms, nigga, I'ma keep it trill, nigga Yeah, if the nigga 12 Yeah, he tell Yeah, he spilled, nigga
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