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Frienemies (9:3-17)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Frienemies (9:3-17) was released on April 24, 2024 by N9NE ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album Gangsta Bible
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Release DateApril 24, 2024
LabelN9NE ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GiAnna Lee
GiAnna Lee
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, bitch, I could be your nightmare (uh-huh)
Bitches hatin' on me, but they know that I don't fight fair
How the fuck is beef if you ain't got no guns?
No, how the fuck is beef if you ain't got no fun?
So call, I say what I want to who I want
Don't give a fuck about retaliation, put me in a blunt
If you that man fly, ****, act bad, why?
If I'm pussy, then ****, try it
Want me famous, crunch your name into a hashtag
Why? 'Cause I know what I'm capable of (uh-huh)
I'm not unbreakable, but now what you mistake? Love
See, you been takin' them drugs, I was mowin' weed, don't need a pill
Slammin' speed-top, I pop on and they like, chill, gee chill for real
The type of music make you bust a ****, don't my ass **** turn
That's who I trusted in my home, now we did
'Cause he was fuckin' with them ****, they won't kill me
You skits, I never brought the truth, you mean, but shit, it is what it is
I still love you, fly high, dead dad
You pick a side, he resign and when you lie, dead dad
I ain't even wanna do it, it made me cry, dead dad
But you the one that sent yourself up to the sky, playin' stupid
We got choppers on choppers, but you don't die, I'ma do this
We help doctors get patient, this is homicides in my future
I'ma cut throat motherfucker, tell your mother, fuck her
She's still cool with your ex, kid and I could never trust her
My friends hurt the enemies, bitch, don't call my phone
When that **** beatin' on you, bitch, don't call my phone
When the people creepin' on you, bitch, don't call my phone
When you need help, you look for me, you gon' be all alone
Say bye, high, slop, pop, hot box, driveby, rock
Bitch, slop, sit, twop, bitch, try, die
I'm that bitch that them bitches gon' hide from
Don't run now, who got the gun now?
Cry, don't run now, who got the gun now?
Slide, don't run now, who got the gun now?
Why, don't run now, who got the gun now?
Slide, slide, slide, I'm a bad motherfucker
Cry, slip, pop
Act like your best friend, but she don't know you better duck
'Cause my mother said, tell your mother I said, fuck with her
The problem is she got a big mouth and nobody hushed her
She 50 and ain't got a man, so I could never trust her
Surround myself with bosses, I ain't fuckin' with no buster
And all y'all bitches wanna worry about me
But your boyfriend gon' be in a hurry about me
I'm a big bad bitch, ain't nothing scary about me
Got **** that do you dirty, they a bird about me
It's a closed casket and I give tears to any hoes laughing
And 19 years live with no fizz, bitch, I'm so savage
You so average
Y'all bitches wanna worry about me
All y'all bitches wanna worry about me
But your boyfriends gonna be in a hurry about me
Written by: GiAnna Lee
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