
A Song I Made About Hanging Out With Friends
by The Network
on Cmd B (2018)
Man you too complex for a mother fucking nigga (complex, bitch)
Got me wanting pulling triggas
Cheffing up the work with the flick of the wrist
All my fucking friends is some pushas or some pimps
Yeah bitch
Get hips to the shit
Cotton mouth so bad, that I gotta get a lick
Last night had this bitch, doing splits on the dick
But I kick her to the curb cause I'm trying get rich
Yeah bitch
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
I don't think you niggas get it
If I speak about the shit then I really live it
If I speak about your bitch then I really hit it
Blow a check get it right back then go and fucking spend it
While you catching Z's
Man I'm setting up my dreams
My coffee's so sweet
'Cause all I need is cream
Thank god for the team
You don't wanna see me mean
If you fuck with my money bitch
I'ma make you scream for ice cream
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Yeah
I said shit let's fuck up some commas
I stay stuntin' on these hoes, don't care bout your problems
Why you callin' hoe? I don't need you bitch I'm ballin
I said why you callin' hoe? I don't need you bitch I'm ballin
Yeah
This about to be that Kendrick spitting Control shit
Soon as the beat come on my nigga I fucking own this
Exceeding expectations, well I still got room to grow bitch
Talking out your neck so I'm coming for your throat bitch
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Yeah
Lay it down on the track, some niggas thought I fell
Am I too high or drunk? I can't really tell
I'm the shit lil nigga, uh can't you tell?
Me and Big Sean bouncing back taking no more L's
But is you a real one?
Nah nigga, is you a real one?
Ask my hitta, is that a real gun?
Will run
It's real fun
Man I'm bout to steal some
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Aye bitch you gonna blam for a motherfucking nigga?
Blam for a nigga
And I'm always going in for my motherfucking niggas
Goin in for my niggas
Yeah nigga uh
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