Friends (Prod. B.Young) by Hoodi Sativen

Prod. B. Young, recorded and written by Hoodi Sativen. Lyrics (Chorus) See I'm, bad wit these tactics if you ask/ Ima, ride with this 9 strapped to my ass/ Never, fall back stay strong never lack balls/ Gotta phone with no calls in the call log/ I aint trippen on fall man it comes quick/ Dippin cuts in the salt never fall off/ Deal less whena switch blade kill quick Real friends never switch for no lame bitch/ (Verse) Where my friends? where my peice? Where my ends? where they meet? Bending my leanse and extending my reach/ If you friendin my friends then you best friend me/ If you don't just know that we'll end you with ease/ Chillin wit my friends children's be the set/ Inhale exhales children's be a mess/ See girls feelin cold in the world/ and ik cuz they don't where bras when they go out/ Go to Cole lemi fill my perscription/ Feeling so cold cuz you kill what is missing/ Look, I been a kid on a mission/ I been burnin bowls I just wanna be controlled/ And my soul been sold I just wanna feel/ I need friends that can understand what I spill/ My skill blends wit the pen you don't get it still/ There's more frills in the lies then what meets eyes/ And my soul been sold I just wanna feel/ I need friends that can understand what I spill/ My skill blends wit the pen you don't get it still/ There's more frills in the lies then what meets eyes/ I'm sick and fried, like I don't wanna be alive/ But I'm tryna be the sickest guy I couldn't tell you why/ Man I think it's fine, you see what all them really try/ Plus I'm sick of all these feelings I don't wanna press rewind/ (Chorus) Cuz I'm, bad wit these tactics if you ask/ Ima, ride with this 9 strapped to my ass/ Never, fall back stay strong never lack balls/ Gotta phone with no calls in the call log/ I aint trippen on fall man it comes quick/ Dippin cuts in the salt never fall off/ Deal less whena switch blade kill quick Real friends never switch for no lame bitch/
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