Letra

I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz Some stay, some go, some days it depends I ain't seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection Where I used to sell sacks I moved up to QP's, then I moved up to packs Now I only take pounds upstate for my personal stash It's a dope deal, only a thousand in cash That's a bro deal, put it in my fake Gucci bag Speedin' like a demon, with this right in the back Of my trunk, got it sealed airtight, but it stink like a skunk Don't scare, it'll make your hair white Square up, bitch, I wanna see a fair fight I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz Some stay, some go, some days it depends I ain't seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection What's you think? This is not the same thing You are not like me, we are not the same league Tuesday night, I'm eating dinner with pornstars Michelin restaurants, three stars, four stars Look at my report card, baby, I'm a workhorse You ain't shit, I'm that friend who'll fuck your bitch But don't dip before I roll the spliff Tight, like that pussy got gorilla grip I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz Some stay, some go, some days it depends I ain't seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection
Writer(s): Oliver Tree Nickell, Ethan Snoreck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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