Lyrics:
eyesight
Get a good look it was all made by Christ
Everything to him cause to him it belong
From the breath in my body to the words of my song
Now if you
a bout NIGGA
Show you what a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All my real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
lost
But let's be real
We all got a good and a bad side, we just conceal
My whole life
I struggled, thought I would live up to my own hype
And get rich
something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long
energy up to the skies
They try to hate me, even in disguise
Real fake bros make you cut ties
I can't tell if I get truth or lies
Real, good friends make
a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it, so there it was
Anyway
Salesman, where you gonna go sell
(Salesman)
All of your goods today?
Salesman, gonna walk along the street
(Salesman)
See friends along the way
A good friend will last you, through the crisis and that kind of friendship is priceless
A real kind of friend that will ground you, I can count
Good luck to ya
Say you're friends but
They don't really fuck with ya
Nah
I could really show you what is what
You either with me or against me
It's
you not a friend of mine
You're toxic which likes to get on big topics
Even though you're sick
Sending your stans to hate on us
You just like getting
And when I see His face
He'll say "Son, you fought the
Good fight, and son, You ran the good race"
Oh, real friends like you even
When you got hat hair
But all good things must come to an end
Including the days we’d do dumb shit as friends
When Larry left before senior year, we had to say goodbye
When
And, by the way, your baby
Mamma sucks some good dick, suge
And on some real shit, cuz
You know what's happenin'
I'm just gonna crip on yeah
(This is
of the Police.
Lee is the third child from her family; she loves soccer and wants to be a footballer, but the circle of her friends isn’t too good, she left home
you look good, you're giving me wood
You should pull over like a sweatshirt with a hood
Let's network, get our poly on, you and me both
Break bread
of this fuss
Honestly what's there left for us to discuss?
But now you're shaking ass for all of those other guys
Real good too I bet you got them
you where dem jeans at
Where dem jeans at
Ones you wear when you're mad at me (Fashionova)
I love you longer than your Grand-Daddy (Till I'm real old)
Thinking all of the alternatives offered by other jerks
Are kinda' worthless, 'cause your cranial surface is concrete
Oh, I've heard of you! You're the one
pull my punches, good night to regrets
It's about time that I find myself
I've been down for a while but never out by much
Never lost my grip, had
on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in them stores yet
Donatella on the corset, pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends
to hold you down
Someone who gon' lift you up
By the way
By the way
Don't call me
When you realize
That you missed out
On a good one
By the way
By
But we still could build our dreams
Like an secret
No matter what you’re a real friend
And I hope u don’t stop it
Social life would not make me
geeks believe you're evil?
That's fucked
You're just a goofy douche bag
You could use a good smack
Up against the head
When will you give it up?
When will
Not a bad cat, not a bad hat
Doing me a real big favor
Forget the bad cats and the bad hats
Playing it all real good
And a damn boy give me a shine,
Discuss these youre a real good friend by ernest tubb Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In