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lirik lagu viandra - friend or foe freestyle

i’m flippin’ i’m flippin’
i’m flippin’ i’m flippin’ the brick
just came in the game like a 6 inch d-ck
you know imma stickin’ it
i got a whole lotta rounds
imma spray up the town (uhh)
just came in this b-tch like a stick up
everybody on the ground
that n-gga used to love me, now its like f-ck me
i told that n-gga that i loved him, n-gga i was just kidding
you see the foreign that im whippin’, ballin’ like im scotty pimpin’
no i don’t pimp but he bring me that chicken
yea he bring me that money
i’m a dog please dont love me
you can’t f-ck if you ugly, i won’t talk if you bummy
sleep on me like mummy, do i look like a dummy?
you a clown but not funny, need my cash in abundance
i don’t do track but you see that i’m runnin’
runnin’ up these 100’s
countin up these 50’s
t-tties sittin’ pretty
i stay blowin’ like its windy
know a bad lil b-tch named cindy
love smokin’ pounds but she not sendin’
red hair so you know that b-tch trippy (loco)
i’m a star you can keep on wishin’
my ex n-gga mad, i know that he miss me!
getting big bags my pockets is hefty
i’m not a student but you stay trying to test me, playing foul!
you think you a referee, i’m a young thug not jeffery
don’t want no scrubs like tlc
i don’t see you but you see me
i buy my own sh-t im on a spree
i write my own sh-t yea thats on me
you a dumb b-tch f-ckin’ for the fee
you a dumb b-tch f-ckin’ for the fees (uh)
talkin’ like you got it when you know your n-gga droppin’ deposits (wha?)
you ain’t got not a crumb in your pocket
like a key b-tch, you know imma lock it
your lips need to lock before i gotta sock it
i am the plug spitting flames like a rocket
b-tch stay tryna jock me
you can try but you can’t stop me
i am original, you are a copy
if you gon’ copy make sure that you do it right
yea i’m up b-tch, im takin’ flight
had to boss up, get my paper right
lookin’ at my future that sh-t so bright
i’m on some other sh-t though
im heating up like a stove
now on a positive note
no i don’t do c0ke
b-tch need to wipe her nose, lookin’ like she about to choke
he dont love you no more, thats your man i didn’t know
baby told me i’m the goat, fresh and clean like some soap
my p-ssy smell like a rose, melon & poppin like gold
the beat is freezing i’m cold, greatest story never told
don’t bend, don’t fold, unless i’m trying to touch my toes
not an auction but im sold
babe i gotta let you know, i gotta let you know (hey)
that i gotta let you go, i gotta let you go (ok)
yea i stay on my own, make moves on the low (hey)
i don’t need no more hoes to blow up my phone (hey)
are you a friend or foe, posers gotta go
(hey)

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