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friends - yungmanny lyrics

[intro: yungmanny]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah (ayy, terk), yeah (sparkheem)

[verse 1: yungmanny]
mcdonald’s, get hit with this twenty*piece, n*gga
can’t find the body, it’s twenty feet, n*gga
one man move, glock 23, n*gga
how many bullets? like 23, n*gga
i’m in his crib, this ain’t mtv, n*gga
ran up a sack off of mp3’s, n*gga
i’m droppin’ bags on my enemies, n*gga
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas
men with these n*ggas
been with these n*ggas
we don’t let rats in the trap, homie
rely on my glock 19, that’s my backbone
n*ggas be hot usin’ apple for trap phones
suggest you don’t hop in thе streets, you won’t last long
electricity bills gettin’ paid by my rap songs
and my shooter a dykе, d*mn sure got that strap on her
if she throw it back, d*mn sure got my flash on
n*ggas wasn’t outside before the ‘rona
shot a n*gga last year and he still in a coma
put some cameras around ’cause them n*ggas be cobras
i know a body just by the aroma
when i turn fifty i’ma be a pimp
sh*t down bad so n*ggas gettin’ skimped
it ain’t no talkin’, bussin’ off the rip
exotic on deck, $350 for the zip
[chorus: yungmanny & ]
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas
men with these n*ggas
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas
men with these n*ggas
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas
men with these n*ggas
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas ()
men with these n*ggas ()

[verse 2: sheff g]
might just get k!lled if you f*ck with these n*ggas
bullets, they sting like a bumblebee, n*gga
i got your b*tch on the run with me, n*gga
just smash and i pass it, can’t cuff on these b*tches
no funkmaster flex when it’s hits on yo’ block
i got them young n*ggas itchin’ to fire
so many shots that i stuff in this glock
one press on this b*tch, i could air out ya flock
wait, hold on
this a glock, not a hi*point, b*tch
wit’ a dead end
we don’t stop for the cops, lil’ n*gga
so what you gon’ get in?
this a glock, not a hi*point, b*tch
wit’ a dead end
we don’t stop the cops, lil’ n*gga
gang
[chorus: yungmanny]
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas
men with these n*ggas
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas
men with these n*ggas
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas
men with these n*ggas
you might just get k!lled if you friends with these n*ggas
friends with these n*ggas
men with these n*ggas

- yungmanny lyrics

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