Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Friendz

My ghetto song, hahaha, let's be friends
(Where my at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my at?
your hands in the air
Everybody just your hands in the air)
be friends
(Wessyde in this right here, Wessyde)

you and post a minute, arm on my double R tinted
As you bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need (hey)
Through with that, scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't
out my, diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for
Check my resume, on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the way
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a
I can't no sneaker wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, rebreed me, so cheap
Puttin bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, Jay-Z
He broke and I daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

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

I met you and I in passion
Though blinded by that ass
It was hard to my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcorestarin and
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we bubonics
Far from a crush I bust your guts and touch
Everything inside you from my to my nuts
You got me like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga like she stole my mind
Back in I recall how she used to be
I guess and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, that bitch he can kiss my ass
to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my on your thighs now
Let me in as friends

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

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

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

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

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

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