Lyrics:
There's a hungry dog tugging at your frayed ends
But he's just playing with you, he just wants to be your friend
So don't worry, don't worry I'm here by
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend, oh yeah
You stand by me and you believe in me
Like nobody ever has
stacking all my Benjamins
Swear to God that I can't wait to shit on all my friends again
I'm a pull up Benz again, p-p-pull up Benz again
I'm a pull up
bedside
Stand by me father
When it seem like I don't have a friend
I wonder would You be my friend
Stand closer, stand by
a house there
On the riverside
One more time
You can run, you can run
Tell all my friends I'll be by
You can run, you can run
Tell my friends I'll
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell
Go go
But now he's back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
It's easy for friends to say let him go
But I'm
don't hold your feelings in
You can trust me as a friend
Whatever you need to make it right
I'ma be standing right by your side
My love, it goes
side helping things turn out right
I would be a millionaire
And my wealth they would share 'cause I'd be nowhere without my
Friends (I'm so glad)
Lati na friend
(Damn) Ge ge
Okay, I'm here to introduce to you (ge ge)
A couple of my friends
And I want you guys to know who they are right now
By Woody Guthrie
Ramblin' around your city
Ramblin' around your town
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin' 'round boys
As I go ramblin'
of a kind
How do You sit so high
And stay close by my side?
How do You never change
But new every morning?
King of the world
Yet lowly in heart
And got a long and skinny friend to talk to
Cause I have the time and the liberty
To play with my pet sally
Please don't go away, sally please
No more
loved you so
For the sake of days gone by, dear
Let us start a new
Let's be friends until the end
Like true sweethearts do
Tho' we may have quarrelled
mouth, promotin' half
I be dickin' they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hunnid
Making 'em feel, slutted even
now, even mama said son you're bad news
And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you
Double trouble that's what my friends all call me
One, two, three, four
Might be that we have, different views sometimes, whoa
But that's alright, you're still a friend of mine
Sometimes you go
confessin' my sins, he wouldn't believe us
Sins, I got sins on my mind
And some M's, got a lot of M's on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends
barrelhouse, baby
They call us on the riverside
You can run, you can run
Go and tell my friend-boy Willie Brown
You can run, you can run
Go and tell my
friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we've grown
But I can't wait to go home
I'm on my way
Driving at ninety down those country lanes
Singing
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
I found new friends the day you left me you never told me you'd be back
New friends so kind to one so lonely my friend the bottle my friend
be L E
Double trouble, that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble, double trouble)
I said, "Double trouble"
T are O you be L E
Double
the smoke, so they might be high, yeah
I got that juice on my dash
I keep my foot on the gas
I just been getting the cash
I just been into my bag
I got that
Discuss these go my friends by b dash 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