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#vivishadez - yung frendi lyrics

[chorus]
first things first, rest in peace to vivienne
balling like i’m bol bol, balling with the bros
i don’t need that hoe bro
but i need your hoe bro
man, i think i found my hoe bro
pull up in the same clothes
yeah, pull up in tesla
that b*tch, she so extra
you, acting like i met ya
b*tch, i never met ya
i don’t understand, girl
yuh b*tch wanna flirt, flirt
that n*gga mad, he hurt hurt
so i kicked her to the curb
i be with my n*ggas, wit my goons
you wanna talk that sh*t, like what it do?
money keep on comin’, i can’t lose
i’d be mad, lil n*gga if i was you
you got no time to think, girl it’s all in your head
i done f*cked that b*tch, i f*cked her best friend instead
smoking on this loud, and ya bih she wanna go down
and that choppa don’t makе no sound
put them to the ground

[verse]
walk in, they calling mе flawless
thousand dollar watches on the gang, we so r*t*rded
that bih she go dumb, with the brain, give me knowledge
i told shine, stop pouring that drank, it got him nauseous
relay, ain’t no delay
money bag, money bag, n*gga that’s the freeway
i just put 200 on the dash, ain’t no e*brake
if i said i f*cked ya girl, you wouldn’t believe me
you wouldn’t believe me
this sh*t took some time bro, this sh*t was not easy
#vlm that be the gang, tryna be gang but you can’t hang
can’t see the hate, through these vivenne westwood shades
[chorus]
first things first, rest in peace to vivienne
balling like i’m bol bol, balling with the bros
i don’t need that hoe bro
but i need your hoe bro
man, i think i found my hoe bro
pull up in the same clothes
yeah, pull up in tesla
that b*tch, she so extra
you, acting like i met ya
b*tch, i never met ya
i don’t understand, girl
yuh b*tch wanna flirt, flirt
that n*gga mad, he hurt hurt
so i kicked her to the curb
i be with my n*ggas, wit my goons
you wanna talk that sh*t, like what it do?
money keep on comin’, i can’t lose
i’d be mad, lil n*gga if i was you
you got no time to think, girl it’s all in your head
i done f*cked that b*tch, i f*cked her best friend instead
smoking on this loud, and ya bih she wanna go down
and that choppa don’t make no sound
put them to the ground

- yung frendi lyrics

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