Текст песни Got Friends - GoldLink , Miguel
She
said...
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends,
yeah
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
And
they
bad,
they
bad,
so
it's
good
It's
enough
for
the
clique,
word
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
You
don't
need
to
pick,
nah
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
Look,
I
ain't
really
gotta
rap
about
it
I
just
talk
about
it
'cause
I
live
it
now
So
let
me
tell
you
'bout
this
PYT
That
I
seen
this
week,
I
had
to
take
a
bow
5'2"
with
a
brown
fur
and
her
hair
tied
with
them
light
eyes
And
she
would
make
me
throw
it
all
away
For
a
fun
time
and
the
right
prize
Bad
as
fuck,
ass
fatter
than
an
hammer
truck
ask
her
Prolly
keep
my
hammer
tucked
The
type
to
slide
'em
down
and
then
the
panties
stuck
I'll
run
'em
up,
wanna
kick
it
with
you
Get
a
house
and
a
picket
with
you
Pop
up
on
you
at
your
work
place,
not
your
birthday
Just
to
let
them
niggas
know
I'm
buildin'
with
you
Your
best
friend,
always
coming
through
With
that
Macaulay
Culkin
when
you're
home
alone
And
I
ain't
even
tryna
dog
you
out
But
can
you
feed
a
nigga
just
a
little
bone?
One
of
you,
one
of
me,
you
and
me
We
make
three
or
maybe
four
And
just
two
more
just
to
even
score
Step
to
her,
had
to
play
chess
Had
to
hit
her
with
the
full
press
Then
I
told
her
I'd
do
anything
Just
to
chat
with
her
for
a
quick
sec'
Let
it
sit,
let
it
process,
then
she
went
and
said,
"Sure,
yes"
Whispered
in
her
ear
and
told
her
(She
said)
Baby,
I
want
less
drama
and
more
sex,
but
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends,
yeah
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
And
they
bad,
they
bad,
so
it's
good
It's
enough
for
the
clique,
word
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
You
don't
need
to
pick,
nah
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
Look,
all
of
my
women
got
friends
Most
of
'em
like
with
a
blend
And
most
of
'em
off
in
the
ends
And
they
don't
care
who
they
offend
Look,
I
had
a
girl
who
was
tatted
up
from
the
neck
down
She
was
super
crazy
Met
a
shorty
with
an
ill
grammar,
who
would
fight
alot
And
she
a
'90s
baby
Complain
about
me,
always
on
the
road
And
talk
to
other
women
and
she
wanted
babies
Had
to
shake
it
like
a
common
cold
Then
I
had
a
show
and
then
I
saw
you,
baby
Then
I
book
you,
now
we
textin'
back-to-back-to-back-to-back
With
no
indication
Now
I'm
flyin'
to
you
Takin'
you
across
the
world
to
see
a
couple
different
faces
Hood
nigga
dreams,
fuck
like
movie
scenes
Hit
it
from
the
back,
boost
your
self-esteem
Heard
you
left
to
visit
cuz
and
'em,
Reconnectin'
with
your
mom
and
'em
Now
you
want
me
to
fly
to
Sweden
After,
fly
you
to
the
Motherland
You
was
mine
and
I
am
yours
And
you
still
mine
when
I
go
on
tour
I
ain't
really
tryna
play
no
games
I
can
win
the
battle,
you
can
win
the
war
I'm
just
tryna
fuck
and
love
you
either
on
the
bed
And
we
can
take
it
to
the
floor
Crazy
how
this
all
started
out
(She
said)
'Cause
I
saw
somethin'
that
I
can't
ignore
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends,
yeah
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
And
they
bad,
they
bad,
so
it's
good
It's
enough
for
the
clique,
word
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
You
don't
need
to
pick,
nah
All
of
my
bitches
got
friends
If
you
and
all
your
girls
bad
as
fuck,
put
your
hands
up
If
you
and
all
your
girls
bad
as
fuck,
put
your
hands
up
If
you
and
all
your
girls
bad
as
fuck,
put
your
hands
up
Yup,
put
your
hands
up,
what?
Put
your
hands
up
If
you
and
all
your
girls
bad
as
fuck,
put
your
hands
up
If
you
and
all
your
girls
bad
as
fuck,
put
your
hands
up
If
you
and
all
your
girls
bad
as
fuck,
put
your
hands
up
Yup,
put
your
hands
up,
what?
Put
your
hands
up
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