Lyrics:
bros
Are speaking -5 degrees
Its changed, it's getting better
Check that temp 25 degrees
Looking at England
Hertfordshire the county I'm from
The bros
in my way
Every time I leave the house I get spotted
If I'm honest there's no better feeling
Confirmation that people believe in the work that I do
other breres
Says she's from North London
'Say what? say swear?'
Ain't far so I ask her where
but really it's Hertfordshire
Shawty she lives in a palace I
lives in Hertfordshire.
I dont really get Lee,
Im his friend no more,
He wants to be like me.
(times 2)
Ellie told him,
He'll be a porn star,
All he has
pain I’ve saved up
Go out and chase this paper
Customer foreign, with no translator
The way the money talks, greater
Move mad for the family I cater
I
) A homie lover friend
A homie lover friend is somethin' inexpensive
You pay your way, I'll pay my way
Don't mind kickin' it with the homies when we hit
Talk about friends.
Mo Thug in him, and even all of the people that'll support me, when
I'm in a bind and all the way to depend on, I don't need
You like to ride (uh)
(So "why don't) you and your friends (get with) me and my friends"
(My friends) my friends, my friends, my friends"
Would
You like to ride, uh
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Would you like
down for my friends
I've been down for the trends
I've been down for this things
I gat a friend , bitches outta my way
We leading the street since
, friend, friend, friend
Bring a friend
She like my ice, she likes the way I move
The way I kill it
If I'm not your type, that's cool
But when I fuck, don't
kiss friends
Why do you touch me
Making me feel this way
If you're not gonna hold me
In your warm embrace
Stay for the weekend
Waking up by your
He's a friend of mine, ( He is a friend of mine, )
I don't say much, but I speak to Him every day,
He's always there, to help me find my way,
I
ooh
Thugger Thugger, nigga (Ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Let's get drunk, ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends
today
If you show me the way
Could you be my loving friend
When i´m down and so dispar
Show me the way to you - -(BIS)
Show me the way, to you-u
SOLO
My friends, my friends, my friends
I'm thankful for the love I share with my friends, my f-
Our breezy Sunday afternoons
Christmas films in July
I can share my lunch with you
'Cause that's a nice thing to do
When I don't get my way I can bend
'Cause that's part of being a friend
Be
weekend
Drunk sex make me eat her like a wheat thin
We friends we ain't gotta lie about who cheatin'
cll da way 100 how we keep it
You ain't gotta lock in
Yeah
Haha hahaha
Yeah, hey hey
Mo friends, Mo friends, Mo friends
Yeah, hey hey
We always lose friends every time you know
Yeah, sometimes we fight
that way
To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
I hold You nearest
My best friend (best friend)
Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance
I can
A tight pum pum is a man's best friend
Africa she seh, so ah no Romancing
What a way yuh body thick
Set yuh pon yuh belly fi di walking stick
Mi will give
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick
see, I see you are my friend
You are my friend
I met you sitting by the fire
You sang your way into my heart
And ever since I have decided
I want to be
on my holidays
I know this sounds harsh to you
But this is just the way we gotta do
F-are-I-E-N-D-S
Nothin' more and nothin' less
Just friends
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