Friend of Mine

Fuck the bitches, fuck all the stank-ass hoes, all my niggas know Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, Gucci Don, you know how we play Fuckin' scandalous-ass bitches; you know how it go, Gooch I meet a bitch, fuck a bitch Next thing you know you fuckin' the bitch You just pass it around and shit, pass the shit like a cold and shit Fuck 'em Now when I'm fucking off gin I'm invincible Don't love no ho, that's my principle 'Cause uh, bitches come (and uh) bitches go That's why I get my nut and I be out the fucking door You know they might be the one to set me up Want to get they little brother to wet me up That's why I tote TECs and stuff to get them off my case Just in case the little fucker ends up misplaced I don't give a bitch enough to catch the bus And when I see the semen I'm leaving Bitches be scheming, I kid you not That's why I keep my windows locked and my Glock cocked One ho said, "Big, why you so hard on us? Why you swear all bitches are so scandalous?" Thug nigga until the end, tell a friend bitch 'Cause when I like you, then you go and fuck my friend bitch (And you know that ain't right) You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You see, I don't sweat these hoes I keep them in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds Bitches just like to play the merry-go (Yeah we know, drop the scenario) It was me, Dee, the MPV The blunts and brew thang, knocking some Wu-tang M-E-T-H-Oh shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit Light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp Needless to speak, the G's obsolete Don't sleep, banged the skins in a week On the creep up the avenue I seen her on the block, who she rapping to? That's my nigga Dee, damn he got G Now she fucking him and fucking me, see You know that ain't right You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine Uh now I play her far like a moon play a star She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap star I be cruising up the block, I be passing her Pimping hard with the female passenger And the only time I call her to hang Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gang-bang She should have used her intuition Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen She's saying I dissed her 'cause I'm fucking her sister A message to the fellas, that really gets them pissed, uh But she started that fucking family She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? (True) Plus your sister look better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you So break the fuck out like a rash I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine You know that ain't right, with a friend of mine