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Dead Friends
6.351
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dead Friends adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Black Circle / EMPIRE tarafından 25 Eylül 2017 tarihinde yayınlandı24 Hours
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Albüm24 Hours
Çıkış Tarihi25 Eylül 2017
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM72

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Royce Monroe Coffin
Royce Monroe Coffin
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, I walk in the bando draped in Gucci
I got dead friend like an uzi
Ice cold like a fucking smoothie
I ain't messin' 'round with you fucking losers
I ain't goin', ****, you gon' have to shoot me
Boy, we way, way up
I'm gettin' money, I ain't layin' up
I got a dribble, I just let 'em near
I got lil' mama pushin', cryin' tears
This shit so loud it's kinda hard to hear
Only the strongest survivin' over here
I walk in the grow-house in Louboutins
I never lose again, can't hang with the hooligans
Yeah, I stepped in the bando drapes in Gucci
Got dead friends like an uzi, ice cold like a smoothie
[Verse 2]
I walk down the field full of marijuana, Draco, Dolce & Gabbana
Just sent a hunnid peas to an addict, provided by my baby mama
You know we all about the might dollar
Yesterday I had to murk a robber
I hit the gas and seen a flying saucer
Diamonds, they dance, and watch 'em do the salsa
I'm no in Tampa like a Buccaneer
VVS electricity in my ear
Bitch, it's so loud it's kinda hard to hear
You gotta talk a lil' louder
Chopper tune a **** to clam chowder
She got good head, she got brain power
100K, that's a lot of dead friends
Kickin' shit with me
She said she wet, she get with me
I'm too far ahead, you can't skate with me
Got the Rollie dancin' like a bitch twerkin'
Got a hit single, and I'm still servin'
Still slidin', I'm still swipin'
White diamonds call 'em white lighting
She said, **** tellin' me, she just wanna fuck me
Started gettin' money, now they actin' funny
Now I gotta call a **** sour like a bag of???, ya'll
[Verse 3]
I walk in the bando draped in Gucci
I got dead friend like an uzi
Ice cold like a fucking smoothie
I ain't messin' 'round with you fucking losers
I ain't goin', ****, you gon' have to shoot me
Boy, we way, way up
I'm gettin' money, I ain't layin' up
I got a dribble, I just let 'em near
I got lil'  mama pushin', cryin' tears
This shit so loud it's kinda hard to hear
Only the strongest survivin' over here
I walk in the grow-house in Louboutins
I never lose again, can't hang with the hooligans
Yeah, I stepped in the bando drapes in Gucci
Got dead friends like an uzi, ice cold like a smoothie
Yeah, I walk in the bando draped in Gucci
I got dead friend like an uzi
Like an uzi
Written by: John Carrington, Tysen Jay Bolding
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