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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
Matthew Applewhite pka Jitthe Beast
Matthew Applewhite pka Jitthe Beast
Programming
M. Applewhite
M. Applewhite
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Gray
John Gray
Mastering Engineer
Kelvin Cyrus
Kelvin Cyrus
Mixing Engineer
Matthew Applewhite pka Jitthe Beast
Matthew Applewhite pka Jitthe Beast
Producer
M. Applewhite
M. Applewhite
Producer

Lyrics

Miss my nigga Derek Mill A real friend gon love you like a brother We need real friends Love you like brothers This world needs real friends To love you like brothers Sometimes we need friends Love you like brothers One shot for my nigga big Kirby He's been thugging with since we've been coming up Behind me he will shoot a nigga up Shit one time we went to jail he told the police that was his thug All I got to do is look and he'd be quick to boot you up He don't give a fuck He ain't goin' talk about Boosie round bleak Cuz he goin' say something So don't tell me that's your friend if they talk And you don't say nothing Don't at my dog he gonna stand with a suit armor Mean in this world fuck the world I'm bringing boo-ha Me and Red waited too long Fighting 'em bodies in a golden man Not me a Roover man we both home I love you nigga you so silent man I know you are a real friend And gonna love me like a brother Sometimes we need friends Who gonna love me like a brother Got your back when you need it The you calls you be there Fuck that I'm coming to see ya In a jail in a well A real friend will lift you up No matter what you be at Shit ain't goin' fuck a girl nigga She ain't gonna take that shit down A friend gonna know what you going through hurt when you hurt No what you feeling inside it's like a feeling we got Everybody in competition if everybody chill out Everybody could get money round this mother fucker This world needs real friends To love you like brothers Sometimes we need friends To love you like brothers Watch my back if you my friend You'll be my passenger in every car Don't be my homie be my friend One of the closest niggas to my heart Don't tell on me if I'm your friend You take our secrets to the grave and all You know I got your kids you got my kids shit we up in for I got his back I'm clutching bag behind my fucking dollar I went to jail they killed my friend If you lost a friend I want you to put your hands up I want you to sing this mother fucking song with me The world needs real friends The world needs real friends
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Matthew Applewhite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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