Friendly - Juelz Santana & A Boogie wit da Hoodie: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Juelz Santana & A Boogie wit da Hoodie

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Friendly adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Juelz Santana under exclusive license to ONErpm tarafından 12 Temmuz 2024 tarihinde yayınlandıFriendly - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümFriendly - Single

Çıkış Tarihi12 Temmuz 2024

FirmaJuelz Santana under exclusive license to ONErpm

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM96

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Müzik Videosu

Müzik Videosu

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Juelz Santana

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

LaRon James

Songwriter

Julius Dubose

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

Stay down 'til I came up

Never changed up, never changed up

Mama made us, streets paid us

Billy Boy still throwing gang up

(Lambroghini doors make you think about suicide)

Opps play tough and got flamed up

Then getting money, still on the same stuff

It ain't my birthday but I'm caked up

Lambroghini doors make you think about suicide

Hit a lick with me, you better do or die

Tell her what it is, even if it's true or not

And even when her sun don't shine, I'm still icy

And from my sweat to Louis Vs, it was Nike

You know this already, sorry if I was heavy

Flight to Bahamas, 40 thousand to get on the jetty

Look at my watch, look at the time already, hop into the Bentley

Kick it with me, it could get messy, ballin' like Jimmy

I said, kick it with me, it could get messy, ballin' like Jimmy

Air man's 'bout to hold up the grippy and Mary Stretchy

All she want is sipping from me, she don't wanna get me

Wasn't always rich, I remember my stomach empty

Sleeping in my Balmain jeans, I woke up, they was lengthy

Don't gotta say it, Jack, I'm the king of my city

And you can ask my **** 50 how-

Many men, huh, many men saw many **** wanna catch me like him

Please, please, I don't wanna let this FN squeeze

But if he sneeze, somebody gon' bless him

Oh, many men wish death 'pon me

She hit my other partner, I got rips on jeans

I spent 600 thousand on a watch and two chains (ay)

Many, many, many, I'm sick of being friends

This for my **** and them feds in the state yards

Still steppin' for my killas in the graveyards

I can't feel, put this burner where your face at

Erase that, test me, I'ma ace that

Stay strapped, try to count me out just to pay back

Leg hanging out the Maybach, I know they hate that

Mob shit, don't play with my steppas, you know they stomp shit

Explosive, R.I.P. Cain, we steady bombing

I pop shit back for what they owe me, and it's my shit

Hot shit, you cannot control me, I'm a mosh pit

Got this, they try to lock me out, but I'm a locksmith

Fly shit, no cop shit, play with me, we swap shit

Remind me, who want smoke? Tell 'em try me

I be getting that cheddar, but I don't mind beef

Play with that chicken, we make nuggets, give him a nine-piece

Oh, that's your bitch? Well, she watching me like a timepiece

Motion, we in motion, picture me rolling

Loaded, locked and loaded, I'm always holding

Open, she bust it open so I dove in

Toast in, we always toast in to some more wins

Many men, huh, many men saw many **** wanna catch me like him

Please, please, I don't wanna let this FN squeeze

But if he sneeze, somebody gon' bless him

Oh, many men wish death 'pon me

She hit my other partner, I got rips on jeans

I spent 600 thousand on a watch and two chains

Many, many, many, I'm sick of being friends

Written by: Julius Dubose, LaRon James

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