paroles de chanson none of my friends are plastic - haych

Tell me i'm wrong
When she's all up in your face like that
I don't wanna get involved
Coz I don't really wanna face it, damn

Tell me, tell me, tell me
Are you fucking on her ex then?
Or her best friend? woah
Make me, make me, make me
Can you make me fucking listen
I'm quitting
Come on then, come on then, come on then

I got that mother fucking big sound
Make your speaker system drown
When I wanna fuck it up, I won't lay down and fuck around
None of my friends are plastic
But your guys they are bad wings
And they always have been
They know I am the bad bitch
Tell 'em, tell 'em

Ooh, I just want the love
She just want the love
I could be better coz I know they 'ain't got enough
I 'ain't got the bands right now
Come back in some time from now, like

Step up to me, like I got nothing in my pockets
And then when the fucking time comes
Bitch, you know that i'll be dropping
Call me D.K and Diddy coz I run this fucking country
"Mazzalean", Slowthai, bitch, you know I got that early like

"Not Dead Yet" but I bearly been living
And I don't know how to cope so I try my best to listen
You can throw shade but I don't give a shit
I'm making my own lane, what are you doing, bitch?

Thrash your bitch, thrash this bitch
Thrash your man, make him dance
Seven bands, in my pants
Yeah, I wish, on my mother yes I will

If I had a Glock I would pull it on that fucker
And then make his body drop, seven shots in the liver

Sometimes, I wanna die
But I can always feel alive, sometimes
Music put this in me
My image
Undressed as it is
I don't give a fuck if you say otherwise

Yea, yea, yea
That's that (Yea)
That's that
That's that young bitch
3D World, that's my shit
World Crown, 100%

Let me have some fun, I can't be sad all the time
When i'm in my element, when i'm in my fucking prime

Call you out on this beat
I tell you to "shut the fuck up"
"Fucking prick, yes it's me
Can you please shut the fuck up"
When I whip it then you'll miss me

I don't wanna fucking die now

Tell me, tell me, tell me
Are you fucking on her ex then?
Or her best friend? woah
Make me, make me, make me
Can you make me fucking listen
I'm quitting
Come on then, come on then, come on then

I got that mother fucking big sound
Make your speaker system drown
When I wanna fuck it up, I won't lay down and fuck around
None of my friends are plastic
But your guys they are bad wings
And they always have been
They know I am the bad bitch
Tell 'em, tell 'em

Ooh, I just want the love
She just want the love
I could be better coz I know they 'ain't got enough
I 'ain't got the bands right now
Come back in some time from now, like

Step up to me, like I got nothing in my pockets
And then when the fucking time comes
Bitch, you know that i'll be dropping
Call me D.K and Diddy coz I run this fucking country
"Mazzalean", Slowthai, bitch, you know I got that early like

"Not Dead Yet" but I bearly been living
And I don't know how to cope so I try my best to listen
You can throw shade but I don't give a shit
I'm making my own lane, what are you doing, bitch?