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Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo | I don't wanna be your man, bitch | What you crazy
Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo I don't wanna be your man, bitch (Fuck that) What you crazy I don't wanna be your fuckin' man You stupid you fuckin' idiot (Drunk ho) I wanna be Yo let me fuck that nigga down What's that? My ghetto love song hahaha (Set it off, set it off) Let's be friends (Where my niggas at) (Where my niggas, where my niggas) I know you wanna fuck (Where my niggas at?) (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up) Let's be friends Where my niggas, where my niggas Hahahaha yeeeah (Let's go lets go) Let's be friends (Throw ya hands in the air) There's no need to front (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air) Let's be friends... (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside) (Throw ya hands in the air) Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady You can help me multiply my stacks, baby Currency seems small, I need companionship 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 gon' blink This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called car, who the man? While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z! He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be Let's be friends (where my niggas? 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 who want niggas with money?) You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?) Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes) Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be- 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, picture countless options Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies 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? Find 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 Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker) Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be friends (Westside 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? Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious Got a weak spot for pretty bitches Up and down, similar to switches My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid In and out, all around when a nigga do it You've got me high, let me come inside! I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock 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 living out of cuss words, liquor and weed A bad seed turned good in this world of G's Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked It's a fuck song, now check the record 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?) You ain't gotta front with me (Where my niggas at?) Friends (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want (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 Make money, take money, be friends 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 (come on, get your cash on) Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid) Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on) You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid) Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!) Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid) Let's be friends Make money, take money Make money, take money Make money, take money Make money, take money Make money, take money
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