paroles de chanson friends - 800pts

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I might go fuck on your bitch 'cause I'm bored
If you got no bread you gettin' ignored
That hoe give me, bitch, while I record
That choppa gon' chop that boy up like a sword
That choppa gon' put that lil' boy on the ground
Rick Owens boots when I'm walking around
That bitch a hoe she been passed all around
Silencer up on the Glock, make no sound

I might gon' fuck on that bitch, don't ignore
You think she love you, she fuckin' on bro now
Bullets go into your head
We caught him lackin' and he runnin' fast
Bitch, I'm too lavish, 'cause all of this bread
Fuckin' that bih' and we breakin' her back
I don't even got no motherfuckin' friends (yeah)
It's just me in this bitch (no cap)
You say you better than me lil' bitch
Okay we finna fuckin' see, lil' bitch
Okay I'm finna spin, lil' bitch
New Glock on me with that beam, lil' bitch
So walk in the store, steal some shit
Caught that boy walkin' home, I killed that bitch

I might go fuck on your bitch 'cause I'm bored
If you got no bread you gettin' ignored
That hoe give me, bitch, while I record
That choppa gon' chop that boy up like a sword
That choppa gon' put that lil' boy on the ground
Rick Owens boots when I'm walking around
That bitch a hoe she been passed all around
Silencer up on the Glock, make no sound (yeah)