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fren$ - cooley47 lyrics

yo
yo, yo

ride or die
down to slide
all the time
that my homie
he ride a die
he’s down to slide
that’s all the time
that’s my homie (that my)

i got
homies up in high
homies down in low places
homies that be high
homies that got no faces
homies with degrees
homies that got court cases
homies that ain’t get the job
because the boss racist
homies thats be doley
because they low*key trust n0body
homies that did homis
lift you out your shoes without your body
homies that got kids who hungry
so they down to do a robbery
thats their hobby
some went missing on me
homies i went missing on
different things to come to learn
you just can’t put some n*ggas on
everything not meant for everyone
still ain’t nothing wrong
thats my homie
you the type to change up on your homie
for the benefit
yall got caught
you took a deal and now all you did was witness sh*t
ain’t that a b*tch
no you a b*tch
my homies and i we too legit
we get caught can’t form a thought
i don’t know who that n*gga is
my whole team get down like that
i know my homie got my back
now where you at?
ride or die (ride or die)
down to slide (down to slide)
all the time (all the time)
thats my homie (thats my homie)
he ride or down (ride or die)
thats all the time (all the time)
he down to slide (down to slide)
thats my homie (thats my homie)

blood don’t make you family
n*gga this the life we chose
blood don’t make you family
n*gga this the life we chose
blood don’t make you family
n*gga this the life we chose
this the life we chose
this the life we

my lul n*gga
hanging out the window (out the window)
he might aim that red dot
at your temple (at your temple)
now he pray for peace
like we at temple (we at temple)
but the piece got
don’t need a cymbal (need a cymbal)
my og put 4 cuts in his pistol
(in his pistol)
when that metal hit please have a thimble
(have a thimble)
let me simplify and make it simple (make it simple)
we down to die bout any of ours
f*ck all the diamonds
the clothes and the cars
i pray for whoever have them the gumption
to f*ck with my homies
to f*ck with my cousins
to f*ck with my women
my children, my bruva
my sister, my mova
that would be one dead ma’f*cka
i been this way since i was a young’n
never had lunchibibles
always had knuckles for n*ggas who’s lunchin
you don’t want my n*ggas punchin’
and we from the gogo
so they might start drummin’
and that sh*t will never end
go against us
you will never win
belichick know we a better team
you n*ggas created players
you n*ggas couldn’t win with a hack
don’t you dare push my position
cause my n*ggas all got my back
my n*ggas all got my back
ride or die
down to slide
all the time
that my homie
he ride a die (ride or die)
all the time (all the time)
down to slide (down to slide)
that’s my homie (that my homie)
ride or die

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