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letra de don't need no friends - prada west

[intro]
yeah
just a little song about how i’ve been feeling lately
check it out

[chorus]
i don’t need no friends
i’m just out here on my own
and i don’t know where it ends
where it ends

[bridge]
i don’t need no friends, i don’t need no love
i chase the f-cking grind until i rise above
so hold up, tough
i just need some time
i don’t need no friends
i just fiend for mine
i guess i’m lost in my thoughts
i find it hard to give trust
but ain’t no way that i’ll stop
seize the grind or give up
so feel me speak (feel me speak)
as i ride along
i don’t need no fake friends
who just lie to their own (lie to their own)

[verse]
so feel me speak as i break down my life
it sets in form, my weather’s storm
to keep my pain out of sight
i battle my fear, battle my peers
runnin’ their mouth, i give ’em the gears
i’ll never give up and you frauds as fake as it gets
talking that sh-t cause you liking appearance
so..
they come and go, i’m runnin’ dough
don’t give a f-ck about a friend
cause i’m collecting hundreds, so
it’s only family to me
cause if i’m calling you a friends
that sh-t’s for life
and i don’t f-ck around
i follow thru for them

[chorus] x2
i don’t need no friends (i don’t need ’em)
i’m just out here on my own
and i don’t know where it ends (i don’t know)
where it ends

[verse 2]
friends come and go ones you spent all your dough
don’t forget who kept it real and never left at your lows
most are frauds who pretend to send you love to your face
be talking sh-t and tellin’ lies cause they don’t run at your pace
stay aware of your surroundings and the few who remain
when coming up cause most are fake for sake of using your name
and this is true it’s a shame but i’m never giving a f-ck
and i’m givin’ less than a sh-t cause i’m always true to the game
so now i’m picking it up and i’m sparking the flow
spin up a blunt and i’m rappin’ the coast
it’s all of you haters are mad cause you’re broken and never forgot to hit on your folks
talking sh-t just like an awkward b-tch
so y’all can get up off my nuts, i stay cloaking grip
the only thing that really matters, stacking paper’s all i’m after
p-ssing haters trapped in misery, i’m shacking all you slackers
half you suckers trynna front to get a stack out our homies
but you as fake as hollywood
so i would rather be lonely

[chorus] x2
i don’t need no friends (i don’t need ’em)
i’m just out here on my own
and i don’t know where it ends (i don’t know)
where it ends

- prada west

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