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My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends. | (Where my niggas at? Where my niggas where my bitches? | Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends. (Where my niggas at? Where my niggas where my bitches? Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Throw your hands in the air Everybody just throw your hands in the air) Let's be friends. (Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde.) Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady You can help me multiply my stacks baby Currency seems small I need companionship (hey) Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling) This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man? While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!) Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends Let's be friends (where my niggas at? come on) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends. (all my niggas, where my hoes at?) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggas with money?) (where you at baby?) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends. (cash makin hoes) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends I met you and I stuttered in passion Though slightly blinded by that ass It was hard to keep my dick in my pants Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch Everything inside you from my head to my nuts You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind Back in time I recall how she used to be I guess money and fame made you used to me What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen Got my hands on your thighs now Let me in between as friends Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends. (wessyde in this motherfucker) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends. (in this motherfucker right here) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!) Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game? Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha) Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot For pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches My movement, baby let your back get into it Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it You got me high! Let me come inside! I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!) Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player hatin niggas cause they cock block (cock block) You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game? Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change? Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked It's the fuck song, so check my record And let's be friends (Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at? Where my bitches at) Thug style! Let's be friends (where my niggas at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where my niggas at, where my bitches at?) (Where my niggas at?) Friends. (where my niggas at, where my bitches at?) (Where my people at? Let's be.) Where my people at? Show me where my people at Where my people at? Show me where my people at All my niggas now, just my niggas come Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now Be friends, tell me where my niggas at Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Be friends, tell me where my people at Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Make money, take money, be friends Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends. (c'mon, get your cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your Friends. (c'mon, getcha cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends Make money, take money! (*repeat 5X*)
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