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letra de no friends - est gee

[intro]
foreverrolling

[verse 1: est gee]
still thuggin’, i ain’t let it change me
realizing rappers cool with being broke long as they famous
meech told me i’m the greatest way before i signed a major
i wonder how my life would be, i ain’t take that jamaican
you get a chance to k!ll me, take it, miss, go meet your maker
buy yeekis and buy sliders, help my youngins up they ranking
so rich it might not feel good when we f-ck, but she still fake it
so stiff, i’m gettin’ loaded daily, trauma got me anxious
my only true love for my sons, any extra they get
our bond, they couldn’t break it, faded, still sing your praisеs
you the one knew mе since baby, i could feel you changin’
but give a f-ck less, n-gga look at my success
you know you a b-tch, keep writin’ ’bout me on that tough sh-t
clip behind the wheel, we hit the window, i say “dump spit”
we don’t duck for cover, keep on bussing ’til that gun cl!ck
know you miss your brother, i’m tryna help you get to where he went

[verse 2: yo gotti]
this the type of day they got me feeling like old gotti
just hopped out the h-llcat, ain’t f-ckin’ with no more exoticx
shootouts out the ‘rari, what ceo you konw mobbin’ with a draco?
maybe i ain’t grow up ‘cuase my problems, i can’t let go
oh, she still bother me, my past still huntin’ me
still havin’ dreams ’bout the plug come and front mte
still havin’ schemes ’bout runnin’ off with a hunter
n-ggas talkin’ all this trap sh-t, when i really done it
n-ggas pump-fake and they smoke sh-t when they don’t want it
but once you disrespect me and mines, you know we on it
[verse 3: 42 dugg]
my n-ggas move off of numbers like eight, twenty, a hunnid
i thought it’d be done and gone, i’m ridin’ right or you wrong
put the gun up for what? who the f-ck gon’ slide for us?
and neff and rob ain’t die for nothin’, i miss you, i miss you more
who ain’t up, check the score, them boys been gettin’ torched
chopped somethin’, then bend a corner, free them boys
i just made five hunnid, b-tch, we them boys
one through six, another five comin’ through, i’m yours
lil’ n-ggas lookin’ up to the dope man
got a couple bricks, started off with four grams
gray been movin’ cool, but dawg, we need more tan
yeah, n-gga, i been this turnt since ‘0-10
ask a n-gga why, why he never wrote twin

[verse 4: est gee]
n-gga dissed me, done been shot at, done been toe-tagged
water dried up and i’m glad moski bought the coke in
thought he was a boss, then i noticed he got broke friends
every load i got for us, n-gga, i always broke bread
sit it in the freezer, it get hard, you don’t need no fan
youngin out the east can’t spell his name, but he can throw fan
flunkies die tryna be gang, i call it smokin’
search for opps on every block, n-ggas ain’t drop no pen
young shiner, red zone daughter, i don’t need no friends

- est gee

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