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fuck friend - labba lyrics

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[intro: “carlito’s way” sample, labba]
it doesn’t make sense you should hate this guy
because this guy is you 20 years ago
never me, never me (flipmode n*gga)
this is the second time you turned me down for a drink (don’t doubt me man doubt yourself ‘cause you don’t believe in yourself)
you don’t like my champagne?
hey it could be (it’s up to you i deal with half knocks, you know what i’m sayin?)
i don’t know, but there may be some mis*f*ckin’*understanding, i don’t know man, but maybe you don’t remember me, my name is benny…
maybe i don’t give a sh*t (bus’ what up n*gga? digga what up? spliff what up n*gga? sh*t)
maybe i don’t remember the last time i blew my nose either (f*ckin’ brook)
who the f*ck are you, i should remember you?
what, you think you’re like me?
you ain’t like me, motherf*cker
you a punk

[chorus: labba]
bring you on top n*ggas wanna k!ll you
bring you down n*ggas talk bad about you
f*ck that bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
f*ck that bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
when you on top n*ggas talk about you
when you on down n*ggas gonna k!ll you
f*ck the bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
f*ck the bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends

[verse 1: labba]
sellin’ drugs my forte, but i got a good service
b*tch, i could do the service
your man worthless like antoine walker, the new yorker
my biography consists of a deadbeat dad
that’s mad that we goin’ to america
kiss my ass i ain’t never comin’ back
my n*gga loco tell me how to work the drive
put your mask on, wait a minute
let her pass, let her pass
that n*gga with the rope chain
f*ck the bullsh*t, grab his ass my n*gga
next up the p*wn shop next up waste spot
rube boy cook up my sh*t, loco
where you find this skip?
labba labba, young hungry and dumb my n*gga
[chorus: labba]
bring you on top n*ggas wanna k!ll you
bring you down n*ggas talk bad about you
f*ck that bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
f*ck that bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
when you on top n*ggas talk about you
when you on down n*ggas gonna k!ll you
f*ck the bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
f*ck the bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends

[verse 2: labba]
seventeen homeless livin’ life reckless
f*cked a bad b*tch, got her ass pregnant
now i got a baby on the way
so i grab my smith and wesson i’m
my man get hoppin’ like mike vick
you, son of a b*tch i made it
i didn’t, put the f*ckin’ gun to my head
back up brands and acceptin’ my branch
young and became a man
rockstar smokers that’s my first fans
look how i got the street on tip
motherf*cker, i am the most wanted, gangster

[chorus: labba]
when you on top n*ggas wanna k!ll you
bring you down n*ggas talk bad about you
f*ck that bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
f*ck that bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
when you on top n*ggas talk about you
when you on down n*ggas wanna k!ll you
f*ck the bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends
f*ck the bullsh*t, i ain’t got no friends

- labba lyrics

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