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friend watch - skooly lyrics

[intro]
uh huh, uh huh
yeah, okay, look

[verse]
different type of n-gg-, i want different type of figures
make a christian read the bible, have her screaming out the scriptures, look
ain’t no f-ckin’ riddle, i got benihana extras
i got armor issues, different n-gg-s wanna harm a n-gg-
they say daddy who’s your son? i’m like all i do is stunt
hop out rubicon, rockin’ louboutins, i’m shooting guns
concrete, make your heart beat, hard for you to beat us
f-cked a b-tch for her f-ckin’ features, almost had a fetus
i’m your teacher, i’m your f-ckin’ teacher, i’m so conceited
and my b-tch she’s a f-ckin’ diva, no mona lisa
poured a three in my f-ckin’ liter, i can’t feel my f-ckin’ features
and i was taught not to fear no evil, i grew up with regals, ooh
ooh, ooh, fear no evil, i grew up with regals
this is how it is, this is how i am now, uh
trifling -ss b-tch, don’t text me from her man house, okay
make her leg lock, make sure that her leg stop (pin her down)
flintstone sh-t, make her f-cking bed rock

[chorus]
pin her -ss down, make her f-cking friend watch
spin that -ss round, make her f-cking head pop
don’t turn that sh-t down, ain’t n-body said stop
don’t turn that sh-t down, ain’t n-body said stop
pin her -ss down, make her f-cking friend watch
spin that -ss round, make her f-cking head pop
don’t turn that sh-t down, ain’t n-body said stop
don’t turn that sh-t down, ain’t n-body said stop

[verse 2]
different type of glamour, i need different type of cameras
talking different type of standards, ain’t no motherf-cking amateur
plus i bought her sandles, plus i’m from atlanta
got her gucci bag, told her get my coochie bad
it ain’t no war, we beat ’em, it ain’t no boss can feed us
b-tch i’m a dog i feed ya, b-tch i’m a dog i eat ya
i’ma go insane (ride back), i’m off the chain (aw man)
look at her frame (godd-mn), look at her frame (godd-mn)
okay, i done upped my figures, bout to give your ho the business
got her trippin’, in here strippin’, ’bout to give my partner feelings
better watch your b-tch, got it, got your b-tch, this is not your b-tch
yeah i got her in here ironing sh-t, in here lining sh-t
yeah she fine as sh-t, in here fine as sh-t, in here high and sh-t
in here hidin’ sh-t like b-tch that’s not my sh-t
b-tch you trifling, b-tch you nosy, man the fine gl-ss
baby fine as sh-t, and i can’t try the b-tch ’cause she be signing sh-t
at the door, i got plenty more, rock out any show
i was broke, mama was always home, daddy was selling dope
got a ho, got another ho, hot yellow ho
in her mind, i get in her spine, got her grabbin’ roles

- skooly lyrics

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