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I ain't Got No motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in my Benz. I ain't got, I ain't no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in Benz. Smoking. I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in my Benz. I ain't got, I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in my Benz. Smoking I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down, moving slow in a Benz. Looking at these suckers through these Cartier lens. Reaching out to God, hope he overlook my sins. Twin sunroofs, open up to feel the wind. Feeling like Kelly, tell 'em all I do is Win. Only counting racks if they coming by the Ten. Whole world watching 'cause they know I'm Setting trends. I'm King Truth, bitch, 'bout it. Streets locked, bitch, I got it. See big news, bitch, I doubt it. I'ma take something, no deposit. Feelers coming out the closet. Prolly 'cause they know I'm solid. I ain't letting nothing make it. I'ma take flight like a pilot. Like Big Mo, I was chose. Like Derrick how I rose. My money long, I expose. Like Jay-Z, chains and clothes. I build traps like I'm Lowe's. I'm stiff with it, think I'm froze. I'm heavy with it, nothing light. Like roll glass, less it folds. I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in my Benz. I ain't got, I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in my Benz. Smoking. I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in my Benz. I ain't got, I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in my Benz. Smoking I'm back at it, nothing safe. 'Bout ten summers, play the races. Don't get mad, fix your face. Jump off coupe like I'm Grace. Can't take mine, get your place. Trunk load went to space. Don't touch mine, check the waist. All black, check the race. I represent Robert Davis. Show the whole world he the greatest. He spotlight like he Vegas. He's still the king, I'm the latest. Me and Mike, 'bout to zone out. You don't stand with that, you on the wrong Route. It's my time, I can't hold out. I bring the heat like it was cold out. No rollout, I'm just riding. All black tint like I'm hiding. Got a new wave, I'm just diving. Better take your seat 'cause I'm rising. This real life and no rhyming. Everything I got from me grinding. I'll be damned I don't get to the top. I was on my way like I'm driving. I'm tryna shut down the game. And I do not need it with fame. Ain't nothing I got to explain. Just give me that check with the name. And I do not feel I can change. Ain't no reaching, I'm out of your range. Like I'm ticking, you think I was drained. Get the whip and I switch up the frame, Yeah. I ain't got Motherfucking Friends. I'm coming down real slow in my Benz. I ain't got, I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow in Benz. Smoking. I ain't got no motherfucking friends. I'm coming down real slow ain't I'm slow in My Benz. Smoking. I ain't got no my Benz.
Trae tha Truth — Friends
«Friends» — Trae tha Truth. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:12. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
