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christian barry - know yo' homie lyrics

careful who you call your homie
careful who you call your homie
careful who you call your homie
(c major on this sh_t, yo!)

watch out for the n_gga with the glasses
he gon’ put you in the mud, that’s his type sh_t
actin’ like he owns it all, he a proud b_tch
everytime he wanna know what’s up, fl!ck a mind switch
i’m tryin’ so hard to be so polite
i’m doing everything i can to stop an incoming fight
but n_gga’s out here claimin’ he’s the only one doing it right
man how the f_ck you think you pullin’ through with your kinda height?
ayy
i always thought you had me as yo’ buddy, as yo’ friend
you see as a thing that you controllin’ with your hand
i don’t encourage sharing, n_gga, i don’t understand
if you like her, n_gga tell her, n_gga what’s yo’ f_ckin’ plan?
i forgave you many times but it seems you never learn
you been doing sh_t on purpose just to get my feelings burned
i am not the type to fight a n_gga for a girl
but you started up this saga, i ain’t showin’ no concern
(n_gga’s dumb as f_ck)
that’s how he was pullin’ one on steph when he knew for sure that she the one cavendis tried to check
now he pullin’ one on christel, pullin’ one on louisa, tryna pull one more on angel, like n_gga what the heck?
i don’t need another fake friend, man, you one of those
doing things that got you feelin’ fearless like that can you stole
man i’m sorry, it’s your fault, you got me in my savage mode
got me in my feelings, you done broke the code
ii

know yo’ homie
know yo’ homie
know yo’ homie
know yo’ homie
know yo’ homie
know yo’ homie
know yo’ homie
know yo’ f_ckin’ homie

fake f_ck n_gga with the box as a head
you coulda’ got a haircut that fits instead
but all you tryna do is get the baddies in yo’ bed
that’s the typa’ sh_t that get a c_cky n_gga dead
you really think you funny, huh, you think you movin’ stealth
i feel like i should whip up your ass with a belt
your brain got a tear, man, it prolly’ needs a stitch
i’m not j. cole, i won’t apologize for sh_t

i thought we were cool, man, i thought you had my back
but you went and took a knife, stabbed me in the same back
i ain’t cool with this, dude
i don’t f_ck with this, dude
got me switchin’ these moods
while you out there makin’ moves
and you call yourself a brother?
n_gga you a hoe, something common with your mother
i hope you change your ways, hope you make ’em all better
cause you know very well i’m the one who really love her
it be your own blood
it be your own blood, n_gga
i_it be your own blood
watch who you call your homie
watch who you call your homie, n_gga

know yo’ homie (know yo’ homie)
know yo’ homie (know yo’ homie)
know yo’ homie (know a homie)
know yo’ homie (know ’em, know ’em)
know yo’ homie (ayy)
know yo’ homie (know yo’ homie)
know yo’ homie
know yo’ f_ckin’ homie

fake f_ck n_gga with the box as a head
you coulda’ got a haircut that fits instead
but all you tryna do is get the baddies in your bed
that the typa’ sh_t that get a c_cky n_gga dead
you really think you funny, huh, you think you movin’ stealth
i feel like i should whip your ass up with a belt
your brain got a tear, man, it prolly’ needs a stitch
i’m not j. cole, i won’t apologize for sh_t

- christian barry lyrics

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