Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Friendz

My love song, hahaha, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz my bitches?
my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your in the air
Everybody throw your hands in the air)
Let's be
(Wessyde in this motherfucker here, Wessyde)

Approach you and post a minute, arm on my R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly
What's the haps (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need (hey)
Through that, scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitatin like yo' shit don't stink
Check out my, bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the way
Don't like trickin but buy you a fifth
I stand no sneaker wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so
Puttin bitch-made to sleep with no grief
on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

Let's be (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just me your
Friends, (all my niggaz, where my at?)
Why you trickin on them other
Let's be (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(Where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just me your
Friends, (cash hoes)
Why you trickin on them other
be friends

I met you and I in passion
Though blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my
Every time you pass got me for you hardcorestarin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust guts and touch
inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat goin for mine
a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she to be
I guess money and made you used to me
up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can my ass
to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your now
Let me in between as

Let's be (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just me your
Friends, (wessyde in motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them hoes?
Let's be (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you bring me your
Friends, (in this right here)
Why you trickin on them other
Let's be

Can you imagine me in player mode, the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the My dick or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, baby it's delicious got a weak spot
For pretty bitches up and down, to switches
My movement, baby let your get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a do it
You got me high! Let me inside
I love it when you get on top, let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug vision, what's the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and
A bad turned good - in this world of G's
got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the song, so check my record
And let's be
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my at?
Where my at) Thug style

Let's be friends (where my at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo' in the air!)
Friends, (my ghetto song, it goes on and on and on and on)
be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my at?)
Friends, (where my niggaz at, where my at?)
(Where my at? Let's be)

Where my people at? me where my people at
my people at? Show me where my people at
All my now, just my niggaz come
Where my at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, me where my niggaz at
Be friends, tell me my bitches at
Be friends, tell me my people at
Be friends, tell me my bitches at
Make money, money, be friends

Let's be friends (get your on, let's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, get your on)
Why you trickin on them other
Let's be (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, getcha on)
Why you trickin on them other
be friends

Make money, money
Make money, take
Make money, money
Make money, take
Make money, money