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mo3 – errybody not your friend كلمات اغاني

(intro)
why the f-ck these n-ggas wanna go against the grain
why the f-ck these n-ggas wanna drag a n-gga name
ay..
true story
oo

(first verse)
i know some n-ggas who hurt me (they hurt me)
a couple b-tches who hurt me (they hurt me)
the jury don’t want me to make it (make it)
the da i know that he working (oh he working)
prosecutors wanna hound me (what)
i’m hoping they don’t do me dirty (do me dirty)
this 40 i got that b-tch dirty (bow)
shoota on go , he shoot perfect (what)
i gotta hunnid on me (on me)
the devil write me in my sleep (oh he do)
i break a b-tch in a week, lil b-tch im not what you think (nah)
i stood in the field with my hittas, i kept that rocket on me (i do)
hate that i had to get rid of my n-ggas, i heard they was plottin on me (oh its true)
for the love of money, my homies they turned they backs
same n-ggas that still owe me on the pack say they got jack me
my closest friends , i knew since we were kids, say they gone whack me
but ian lien, i’m slanging nine
&’ b-tch they know that , so get at me

(chorus x2)
everybody ain’t yo friend
everybody ain’t yo partna
everybody ain’t no real n-gga , if i say i got you
when its f-cked up, gets f-cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
&’ when you not around , i protect yo name
i won’t let a n-gga talk about you

(verse 2)
i would’ve k!lled for you n-ggas (n-ggas)
now i can’t deal with you n-ggas (i can’t)
talking to the grim reaper
finna get rid of you n-ggas (uh)
so sick of these n-ggas ( i am )
claiming they hittas and k!llas (they not)
showing out for them b-tches
flexing on instagram pictures (you ah dub)
put it on my life on my momma we gone be straight (yeahhh yeah)
my partna looked me in my face before i took that case (and what he do)
then the n-gga turned snake
other homie turned snake (he p-ssy)
but i kept it real with these n-ggas
how could they do me that way (yeah)
i was broke den a b-tch , so i’m hustling
i’m on my grind yeah (on my grind yeah)
worked my way up to a quarter pound , selling dime bags (dime bags)
spent 250 for the sheeps (sheeps)
this thunder cooked em , he in the leaps
my n-ggas hit me for some zips (he did)
shouldn’t showed him where it is (f-ck)

(outro)
have you ever gave yo last twenty dollars to a n-gga that you love
and that same n-gga you call yo partna talk about you , drag yo name thru the mud

- mo3

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