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lirik lagu barclay james harvest - friend of mine

intro
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no… f-ck the b-tches f-ck all the stank -ss hoes all my
n-gg-s know… junior mafia click gucci don you know how we play.
f-ckin’ skanless -ss b-tches. you know how it go boots… i
meet a b-tch f-ck a b-tch next thing you know you f-ckin’
the b-tch. you just p-ss it around and sh-t p-ss the sh-t like
a cold and sh-t. f-ck’em.

verse 1
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now when i’m f-ckin’ those jen i’m invincible
don’t love no hoe, that’s my priciple
’cause uh, b-tches come [and uh] b-tches go
that’s why i get my nut and i be out the f-ckin’ door
[you know] they might be the one to set me up
wanna get their little brother to wet me up
that’s why i tote tecs and stuff to get’em off my case
just in case the little f-cker ends up misplaced
i don’t give a b-tch enough to catch the bus
and when i see the s-m-n i’m leavin’
b-tches be schemin’, i kid ya not
that’s why i keep my windows locked and my glock c-cked
one hoe said, “big, why you so hard on us?
why you swear all b-tches are so scandalous?”
thug n-gg- ’til the end, tell a friend b-tch
’cause when i like ya, then ya go and f-ck my friend b-tch
[and you know that ain’t right]

chorus
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you know that ain’t right

with a friend of mine x4

verse 2
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you see, i don’t sweat these hoes
i keep’em in flavours like timbo’s and jibbo’s
b-tches just like to play the mary though
[yeah we know, drop the scenario]
it was me, dee, the mpv
the blunts and brew thang, knockin’ some wu-tang
m-e-t-h-oh sh-t, look at them lips and them hips on that b-tch
dee hit the dip, so i can drop my mackadocious sh-t
light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp
needless to speak, the gee’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 rappin’ to?
that’s my n-gg- dee, d-mn he got gee
now she f-ckin’ him and f-ckin’ me, see
you know that ain’t right

repeat chorus

verse 3
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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 cruisin’ up the block, i be p-ssin’ her
pimpin’ hard with the female p-ssenger
and the only time i call her to hang
is when me and dee blunted up, p-ssy, schemin’ on a gang-bang
she should’ve used her intuition
then she wouldn’t be cl-ssified in that position, listen
she’s sayin’ i dissed her ’cause i’m f-ckin’ her sister
a message to the fellas, that really gets’em p-ssed, uh
but she started that f-ckin’ family
she f-cked my man dee, so why she mad at me?
plus your sister look better than you
give head better than you, p-ssy get wetter than you
so break the f-ck out like a rash
i’m glad i ain’t spend no cash to hit your nasty -ss

- lirik lagu barclay james harvest

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