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letra de rap friends - glockboyz teejaee

[intro]
[?] so i can’t hear myself
yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
they say that money makin’ me soft, we used to rob n-ggas for nothin’
my mama knew i’d be that n-gga, ain’t have a problem with me cussin’
he actin’ gangster on the ‘net, we see him out, then we gon’ touch him
you wanna die over that b-tch? just got some neck, i ain’t even f-cked her, on some real sh-t
walk up on you, smack you in your sh-t like will smith
field trips to ridin’ out of town, takin’ field trips
ain’t got no money, i wouldn’t touch that ho a lil’ bit
i know some real hoes who started sellin’ that p-ssy when the bills hit
pеanuts, i’ll spend twenty thousand, i get with nothin’
fivе thousand on the outfit, this b-tch ain’t come with a b-tton (come on)
my young n-gga, he dropped out of school, i bought him a b-tton
i f-ck hoes and put ’em out, mickey d’s, they still lovin’ it
my n-gga died, we ain’t even post him ’til we made them boys feel the same (you know how it go)
they take one, we take two, the real getback gang (yeah)
i’m poppin’ out, these hoes thuggin’ before they get my name
she try to hang around with gang, they’d probably take your chains (take your sh-t)
you ain’t gon’ never have no money until you take a risk
my dog said he never had no money until he took a risk
yesterday was louis v, today i’m doin’ rick
yesterday, i was with mine, today, i’m with your b-tch
[chorus]
bankroll, this sh-t stickin’ out my pocket, i just made it
i got rap friends now, my n-ggas probably think i made it
man, these rap n-ggas, they all act like hoes, that’s why i hate it
quarter ticket off the music, still shootin’ dice inside the vacant
you probably wonder why these hoes? let me ask your b-tch
man, i wouldn’t even touch her, you the type of n-gga wife that b-tch (you’d probably wife that b-tch)
i’m goin’ fast, she be askin’ why i drive like this?
i’m tryna see who tryna keep up with the whip, that’s why i ride like this

[verse 2]
we in the same hood i grew up in, n-gga, come find me
if you ask the police if i was you, don’t get behind me
my dog, he trigger happy, plus, i get violent
you just talk sh-t and b-tch up when it go down like [?]
i ain’t no kid, these hoes treat me like a boss
i’m like lebron in miami when he dropped fifty in boston
tellin’ hoes you havin’ motion, you just talkin’
point guard, i know how to work the offense, tony parker
sl-t askin’ me about the beef, i like talkin’ ’bout the cheese
all i can tell you ’bout the opps is it be hard for them to breathe
after a b-tch suck my d-ck, it be hard not to leave
my dog play like kevin love, he took the charge for the team
bankroll, this sh-t stickin’ out my pocket, i just made it
i got rap friends now, my n-ggas probably think i made it
man, these rap n-ggas, they all act like hoes, that’s why i hate it
[chorus]
bankroll, this sh-t stickin’ out my pocket, i just made it
i got rap friends now, my n-ggas probably think i made it
man, these rap n-ggas, they all act like hoes, that’s why i hate it
quarter ticket off the music, still shootin’ dice inside the vacant
you probably wonder why these hoes? let me ask your b-tch
man, i wouldn’t even touch her, you the type of n-gga wife that b-tch (you’d probably wife that b-tch)
i’m goin’ fast, she be askin’ why i drive like this?
i’m tryna see who tryna keep up with the whip, that’s why i ride like this (that’s why i ride like this)

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