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everybody - boosie badazz & mo3 lyrics

[intro]
why the f*ck these n*ggas wanna go against the grain
why the f*ck these n*ggas wanna drag a n*gga name
ayy
true story
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[verse 1]
i know some n*ggas who hurt me (they hurt me)
a couple b*tches who hurt me (they hurt me)
the jury don’t want me to make it (make it)
the da i know that he working (oh he working)
prosecutors wanna hound me (what)
i’m hoping they don’t do me dirty (do me dirty)
this 40 i got that b*tch dirty (bow)
shoota on go , he shoot perfect (what)

[verse 2: boosie]
i gotta a hunnid on me (on me)
the devil write me in my sleep (oh he do)
i break a b*tch in a week, lil b*tch i’m not what you think (yeah)
i stood in the field with my hittas, i kept that rocket on me ( i do)
hate that i had to get rid of my n*ggas, i heard they was plottin on me (oh it’s true)
for the love of money, my homies they turned they backs
same n*ggas that still owe me on the pack say they got jake me
my closest friends, i knew since we were kids, say they gone whack me
but ian lien, i’m slanging nine
&‘ b*tch they know that, so get at me
everybody ain’t your friend
everybody ain’t your partna
everybody ain’t no real n*gga, if i say i got you
when it’s f*cked up, get’s f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
and when you not around, i protect your name, i won’t let a n*gga talk about you
[chorus]
everybody ain’t yo friend
everybody ain’t yo partna
everybody ain’t no real n*gga, if i say i gotchu, i gotchu
when its f*cked up, it gets f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
and when you not around, i protect yo name
i won’t let a n*gga talk about you
everybody ain’t yo friend
everybody ain’t yo partna
everybody ain’t no real n*gga, if i say i gotchu, i gotchu
when its f*cked up, it gets f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
and when you not around, i protect yo name
i won’t let a n*gga talk about you

[verse 2]
i would’ve k!lled for you n*ggas (n*ggas)
now i can’t deal with you n*ggas (i can’t cuz)
talking to the grim reaper
finna get rid of you n*ggas (uh)
so sick of these n*ggas (i am)
claiming they hittas and k!llas (they not)
showing out for them b*tches
flexing on instagram pictures (you ah dub)
put it on my life on my momma we gon’ be straight (yeahhh yeah)
my partna looked me in my face before i took that case (and what he do)
then the n*gga turned state
other homie turned snake (he p*ssy)
but i kept it real with these n*ggas
how could they do me that way (yeah)
i was broke den a b*tch, so i’m hustling
i’m on my grind yeah (on my grind yeah)
worked my way up to a quarter pound, selling dime bags (dime bags)
spent 250 for the sheeps (sheeps)
this thunder cooked ’em, he in the leaps
my n*ggas hit me for some zips (he did)
shouldn’t have showed him where it is (f*ck)
[chorus]
everybody ain’t yo friend
everybody ain’t yo partna
everybody ain’t no real n*gga, if i say i gotchu, i gotchu
when its f*cked up, it gets f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
and when you not around, i protect yo name
i won’t let a n*gga talk about you
everybody ain’t yo friend
everybody ain’t yo partna
everybody ain’t no real n*gga, if i say i gotchu, i gotchu
when its f*cked up, it gets f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
and when you not around, i protect yo name
i won’t let a n*gga talk about you

[outro]
have you ever gave yo last twenty dollars to a n*gga that you love
and that same n*gga you call yo partna talk about you, drag yo name thru the mud

- boosie badazz mo3 lyrics

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