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Friends
Hip-Hop/Rap
Friends was released on January 1, 2021 by Pure Fiction Ink. as a part of the album Wilder.
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AlbumWilder.
Release DateJanuary 1, 2021
LabelPure Fiction Ink.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aulden D Wilder
Aulden D Wilder
Songwriter

Lyrics

Sit back
Hold that
Tell me where your friends at
Spit crack
Know that
Moneys where it ends at
Get pack
Smoke that
Blowing out a pen cap
Hit that
Blow that
Turn around and send that
Tryina get a hit
Tryina get a sip
Tryina get a
Tryina get lit
Tryina get ripped
Tryina get
Tryina get a hit
Tryina get a sip
Tryina get a
Tryina get lit
Tryina get ripped
Tryina get
Where my friends at
They got the drugs ****
That is what I need
Bro I’m running out of love
And I need it right now
Yo it fits me like glove
I called my homie up
He knew exactly what it was
He said I got some smoke
I said I wanna toke
He said you wanna blow
I said is that a joke
He said **** let’s smoke
And I said ok
And then we went ahead and blazed
That whole day
What you know about
Smoking with your friends
Getting high all the time
Spitting all kinds of rhymes
Dressing fly for the dimes
Never standing in line
Coronas with the limes
I said everything is fine
Blowing out your minds
Fuck a friend
Fuck a friend
Do you really mean that?
Fuck a friend
Fuck a friend
Do you really mean that?
Fuck a friend
Fuck a friend
Do you really mean that?
Fuck a friend
Fuck a friend
Do you really mean that?
Sit back
Hold that
Tell me where your friends at
Spit crack
Know that
Moneys where it ends at
Get pack
Smoke that
Blowing out a pen cap
Hit that
Blow that
Turn around and send that
Tryina get a hit
Tryina get a sip
Tryina get a
Tryina get lit
Tryina get ripped
Tryina get
Tryina get a hit
Tryina get a sip
Tryina get a
Tryina get lit
Tryina get ripped
Tryina get
Yo
****
Really are some snakes
Sometimes got yo back
But often never face
You and all your problems
Cuz they’re really fake
You will never solve them
Cuz your **** lame
Like damn man
Where you really at
On the map
Of the track
With a knife
In yo back
Like
Yo friends put it there
Cuz they like to attack
You
And that is just a fact
Dude
This is not an act
Who
Do you think
Them **** really are
Would they fuck with you
If you ain’t have a car
Would they fuck with you
If you wasn’t really far
In your life at all
**** listen when I call
I’m just tryina tell tall
Yo **** ain’t yo ****
I’m just tryina tell y’all
Them **** don’t consider
I’m just tryina tell y’all
Yo **** only slither
Better cut em at the head
So you don’t end up bitter
**** this is just the truth
**** do
What **** do
**** move
How **** move
**** screw
Who **** screw
**** live
How **** live
**** don’t
Give a shit
Bout your feelings
Lil bitch
Get over it
I’m just saying
Friends are great
But they have they own lives
I’m just saying
Never wait
Don’t be afraid to cut ties
I’m just saying
What it takes
Just to put on a disguise
I’m just saying
It’s a lie
But you really should try
Smoking with your friends
Getting high all the time
Spitting all kinds of rhymes
Dressing fly for the dimes
Never standing in line
Coronas with the limes
I said everything is fine
Blowing out your minds
Fuck a friend
Fuck a friend
Do you really mean that?
Fuck a friend
Fuck a friend
Do you really mean that?
Fuck a friend
Fuck a friend
Do you really mean that?
Fuck a friend
Fuck a friend
Do you really mean that?
Sit back
Hold that
Tell me where your friends at
Spit crack
Know that
Moneys where it ends at
Get pack
Smoke that
Blowing out a pen cap
Hit that
Blow that
Turn around and send that
Tryina get a hit
Tryina get a sip
Tryina get a
Tryina get lit
Tryina get ripped
Tryina get
Tryina get a hit
Tryina get a sip
Tryina get a
Tryina get lit
Tryina get ripped
Tryina get
Written by: Aulden D Wilder
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