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

you and post a minute, arm on my double R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, scented
What's the baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my baby
Currency seems small I need (hey)
Through with that, scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't
So why you actin like yo' shit don't stink
Check out my, bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga 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 but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, me, they're so cheap
Puttin bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the
I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I 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 bring me
Friends, (all my niggaz, my hoes at?)
Why you on them other hoes?
Let's be (where the bitches at, where 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 them other
be friends

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

Let's be (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You gotta be my man at all, long 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 bring me your
Friends, (in this motherfucker here)
Why you trickin on them other
be friends

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the
I got em ready for a call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the
Bet I scream when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a spot
For pretty bitches up and down, similar to
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 come
I it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good - in this of G's
got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the fuck song, so check my
And let's be
(Where my at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my at) Thug style

be friends (where my niggaz 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, my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? be)

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

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

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