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Z-Ro - Friends lyrics
f/ Cl'Che, Den Den [Z-Ro] I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun Rolling around in my '78, reminiscing on the past 16 years old trying to get into Boomerang, smelling all our lil cash Now it's like we never knew eachother, motherfuckers act strange It's like they got intentions, on putting bullets up in my brain Why they can't look me in my eyes no mo' Even though I miss my T. Jones, at least mama ain't gotta to cry no mo' I done seen my nigga get rich, leave the hood, make a lot of rich friends But try to come back to the po' partnas, when all the richness end Tell him to come watch me perform, but they don't go, and if I'm Stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don't show Picture me walking down the feeter, everybody masking me up Oh good it's that nigga from the hood, chunking a deuce passing me up That's alright though, I gotta make a top flight hoe, smoking and thinking When I get I want no nobody, but a Benjamin Franklin cause uh [Hook - 2x] Friends just ain't friends no more Ain't no love, cause money is all we adore Friends just ain't friends no more I don't need you motherfuckers round me [Cl'Che] Most of these hoes say they your friend, but they really ain't down Cause when you broke and got no ends, them same hoes don't come round The main hoes that talk down, most friends turn to foes That's just the way it go down, that's why I stay blowing pounds Cause Mary Jane don't change she stay the same, help maintain And ease the pain, stay free from the bullshit people bring Cause the world is full of evil mayn That's why I stay one deep, fuck these niggaz and these hoes I be solo on my creep, no one in the passenger seat [Den Den] First he's riding high, now he busting Mack 10's Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back again There ain't no returning with the fuck shit, that's why I murder with one click These fake ass G's I'm done with, selling my shit for one sill But claiming you down to the ground bitch, bitch you ain't down with Just another fake friend, trying to chop the Benz Helping to plead my ends, looking for a win Lying with a grin, trying to sneak back in [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Remember back in '97, we was living it up If they had it and we wanted it, they was giving it up Through it wrong together, I think we wrote our first song together Matter of fact, we smoked our first zone together Look at you now oh you a rich nigga, thinking that you running thangs But you ain't running a damn thang but your mouth, cause you's a bitch nigga Going against the grain, cause you done made a lil change But I can't flip the script wanna get rich, I gotta remain the same I had visions of us balling together, pulling up at the Past at New Orleans Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling solo Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't fuck with em no mo' Cause everybody want me to do, what they want me to do And they want me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid But you know what you can do for me, give me a whole lot of leave me alone Cause the only partna I got left, got 17 partnas of his own and uh [Hook - 2x] |
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