paroles de chanson Old Friends - Blac Youngsta

Whip it again, whip it again
My little nigga shoot the paint
Whip it again, whip it again
My little nigga shoot the paint
Old friend, old friend
Man, I miss my old friend
Old friend, old friend
Man, I miss my old friend
Lamborghini Aventador
Man I miss my old rims
Kick a door, hit the floor
I came for you boyfriend
You don't want a fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote numbers, big glocks
Shoot you in your organs
Ride my nigga to the death
And I'll ride my nigga to the death
And my flag hang on the right
And my bitch flag hang on the left
My bitch cripping, cripping, cripping
She been tripping, tripping, tripping
I can't wait to catch a opp slipping
If they shade on rush, she stripping
I got niggas in the penitentiary
Nigga, they'll cut your finger
He ain't no gamgbanger
If you don't know, I'll twist your finger (gang, gang)
All these rap niggas gay, I'ma go out like Drake
All my goons start singing
Empty couple with the opps (gang, gang)
Nigga Just knowI'ma spike'em
Beat the pussy like Floyd yeah
Beat the pussy like Floyd
i'm at X Lounge in Atlanta
Kick it with Mr Rose
These redneck niggas love to tell
He and I got good drugs to sell
He knows these bitches love a player
He knows these bitches love to tell
Whip it again, whip it again
My little nigga shoot the paint
Whip it again, whip it again
My little nigga shoot the paint
Old friend, old friend
Man, I miss my old friend
Old friend, old friend
Man, I miss my old friend
Lamborghini Aventador
Man I miss my old rims
Kick a door, hit the floor
I came for you boyfriend
You don't want a fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote numbers, big glocks
Shoot you in your organs
Why you pull me over?
'Cause you black (What)
Why my Auntie sprung?
'Cause it's scratched up
Why you cut that shit off?
'Cause' it's whack garbage
I don't like when niggas stand behind my black border
You wanna get hit with the Mac? Yeah
I just caught another flak (uh)
This my third year going in
Imma do another lap (Gang)
Donald Trump fuckin' up everything
That nigga need to go get slapped (Yeah)
Be careful out there in California
Mandatory five years for a strap (for real)
Whip it again, whip it again
My little nigga shoot the paint
Whip it again, whip it again
My little nigga shoot the paint
Old friend, old friend
Man, I miss my old friend
Old friend, old friend
Man, I miss my old friend
Lamborghini Aventador
Man I miss my old rims
Kick a door, hit the floor
I came for you boyfriend
You don't want a fucking smoke
It gone be a war again
I tote numbers, big glocks
Shoot you in your organs