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21 Savage - All My Friends (Lyrics)
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INTERPRÉTATION
21 Savage
21 Savage
Chant
Post Malone
Post Malone
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Austin Post
Austin Post
Paroles/Composition
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Paroles/Composition
Travis Galette
Travis Galette
Paroles/Composition
Idan Kalai
Idan Kalai
Paroles/Composition
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Paroles/Composition
William Thomas Walsh
William Thomas Walsh
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Production
mac attkisson
mac attkisson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

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Yeah, yeah I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth Lost a few friends chasin' hand money (On God) Had the same friends when I was bummy (Straight up) They should've went and did stand-up 'Cause when the money come, niggas act funny (True) Crocodile wrist band, 21 Dundee Yo' bitch skate so fast to the dick That she'd even go and get a job at Sonic (On God) Made it from the bottom, I'm a star (21) Playin' with the stick like a guitar (21) Why you got a 12 car garage? (Why?) 'Cause I bought six new cars (No lie) I remember times was dark (I do) Now I'm backstage with a bar (Big dog) Couldn't pay the light bill, it was dark (Yeah) Now I can shine in the dark (On God) Lost a couple friends I ain't even really mad though (On God) I ain't even really mad though (21) Hard to tell the real from fake 'Cause nowadays, they got masks on Who gon' be around when the fame and the cash gone? I lost all my friends countin' bands in a Lambo truck VVSs on me, fightin' icy like a hockey puck If she wanna dance, let her dance, watch her pick it up I don't need no friends, what's a friend if it ain't no trust? I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands and I copped a Benz Pulled up with no army, just the guap and I'm spendin' it No, no, never lendin' it, that's all for me I stay greedy with the dollar, givin' no 'pologies All these mans with they fuckin' hands out Tryna spare some I don't never stress, no, I got plenty peso I been all alone, on my own in my new mansion Everybody says I went ghost, jump in my Phantom Paparazzi always tryna press up on me Ever since I blew up, I don't know nobody (Know nobody) Yeah, I blew 80 bands only for you to leave Hey, I know somewhere that my mama prayin' for me (For me) I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe (For me) Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth (For me) If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my, I lost all my (Really wanna know the truth) Hey
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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