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friend of mine - the notorious b.i.g. lyrics

[intro: the notorious b.i.g.]
no, f-ck the b-tches, f-ck all the stank–ss hoes
all my n-ggas know
junior m.a.f.i.a. clique, gucci don, you know how we play
f-ckin’ scandalous–ss b-tches
you know how it go, gooch
i meet a b-tch, f-ck a b-tch
next thing you know, you f-ckin’ a b-tch
you just p-ss around sh-t, p-ss the sh-t like a cold and sh-t
f-ck ’em

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g. & lil’ kim]
now when i’m f-cking off gin i’m invincible
don’t love no ho, that’s my principle
’cause, uh, b-tches come (and uh) b-tches go (uh)
that’s why i get my nut and i be out the f-cking door (you know)
they might be the one to set me up
want to get they little brother to wet me up
that’s why i tote tecs and stuff, to get them off my case
just in case the little f-cker ends up misplaced
i don’t give a b-tch enough to catch the bus
and when i see the s-m-n i’m leaving
b-tches be scheming, i kid you not
that’s why i keep my windows locked and my glock c-cked
one ho said, big, why you so hard on us?
why you swear all b-tches are so scandalous?
thug n-gga ’til the end, tell a friend, b-tch
’cause when i like you, then you go and f-ck my friend, b-tch
and you know that ain’t right

[chorus]
you know that ain’t right with a friend of mine
you know that ain’t right with a friend of mine
you know that ain’t right with a friend of mine
you know that ain’t right with a friend of mine

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g. & lil’ kim]
you see, i don’t sweat these hoes
i keep them in flavors like timbos and girbauds
b-tches just like to play the merry-go
yeah we know, drop the scenario
it was me, dee, the mpv
the blunts and brew thang, knocking some wu-tang
m-e-t-h-oh sh-t, look at them lips and them hips on that b-tch
dee hit the dip, so i can drop my mackadocious sh-t
light the blunt clip and recognize a pimp
needless to speak, the g’s obsolete
don’t sleep, banged the skins in a week
on the creep up the avenue
i seen her on the block, who she rapping to?
that’s my n-gga dee, d-mn he got g
now she f-cking him and f-cking me, see
you know that ain’t right

[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
now i play her far like a moon play a star
she still sweat me hard ’cause i’m a rap star
i be cruising up the block, i be p-ssing her
pimping hard with a female p-ssenger
and the only time i call her to hang
is when me and dee blunted up, p-ssy, scheming on a g-ngb-ng
she should have used her intuition
then she wouldn’t be cl-ssified in that position, listen
she’s saying i dissed her ’cause i’m f-cking her sister
a message to the fellas, that really gets ’em p-ssed, uh
but she started that f-cking family
she f-cked my man dee, so why she mad at me? (true)
plus your sister look better than you
give head better than you, p-ssy get wetter than you
so break the f-ck out like a rash
i’m glad i ain’t spend no cash to hit your nasty -ss

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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