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letra de close friends - poody gordy & vvs beezy

[intro]
(ayy, jay, man, run that sh-t)

[verse 1: vvs beezy]
next time i hit the bity, i’m bringin’ rocks in
i just hit the dog with another blend
it was dark brown, but i turned it tan
had unky wipe me down for a half a gram
gave auntie the other half, do the pots and pans
got your b-tch gettin’ freaky in my close friends
i don’t even know her, how the f-ck is we close friends?
made a left on piru street, a right on rosecrans

[verse 2: beno]
uh, lil’ b-tch named rosanne
i just f-ck her on the floor, i ain’t got no romance
uh, she suck my d-ck once, man, i just want some more head
catch me shootin’ dice on 7 mile and joann
uh, i’m coppin’ bags, i don’t blow, it’s back in the street with it
this sh-t i got’ll take a deuce, put you on your feet, n-gga
i don’t go to sleep, f-ck around and sleep n-ggas
i just stuffed a lil’ twenty-ball in my sneaks, n-gga

[verse 3: onfully]
you can’t do the sh-t that i do, might as well call it off
when i pour the drank, i might sip it raw
too many broads on my d-ck, i might f-ck ’em all
two-three get you crossed over like i’m playin’ ball
only thing i need the b-tch for, shoot it to a to b
we got every drug that you need, name it, a to z
too many drugs in my system, ain’t no fixin’ me
when i’m pumped up, ain’t no turnin’ down, let it be
[verse 4: the godfather]
one ball, then we all ball like i’m lonnie b
you get the big opp, they all fall, come and step with me
you better charge it to the game and just let it be
’cause twenty shots from the k, you gon’ rest in piece
he dead on arrival, shouldn’t jump off in this streets sh-t
i’m tryna box an opp out and make his ass a deep dish
i had a sprite, but sipped the drank raw for no reason
this five-seven hit you in your head, leave it leakin’

- poody gordy vvs beezy

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