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You a fake friend gotta cut that tie
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You a fake friend gotta cut that tie
Backseat bro got the whoosh
You a fake friend gotta cut that tie
Backseat bro got the whoosh spot a paigon
And he let that fly
She bring her friend do two at a time
Don't rate guys if their moving sly
Really got love for the bros
Even though we don't speak all the time
Racks on me when I'm walking by
You a fake friend gotta cut that tie
Backseat bro got the whoosh spot a paigon
And he let that fly
She bring her friend do two at a time
Don't rate guys if their moving sly
Really got love for the bros
Even though we don't speak all the time
Racks on me when I'm walking by
Racks on me when I'm walking past
My bro told me that we can't come last
I don't scrap, just blast
Talk on man end up in a cast
Givenchy sweats with the moncler vest
Only right that I'm gassed and charged
Only right that I'm making paper
Only right that the gangdem chart
Done some flips I'm taking risks
In the crib she taking pics
She really on me cos I'm making quid
We only got plans to make it big
Paper plans the bands come thick
Scream out loud when she take this dick
Any violation eat this clip
On the mway hear the engine rip
You a fake friend gotta cut that tie
Backseat bro got the whoosh spot a paigon
And he let that fly
She bring her friend do two at a time
Don't rate guys if their moving sly
Really got love for the bros
Even though we don't speak all the time
Racks on me when I'm walking by
You a fake friend gotta cut that tie
Backseat bro got the whoosh spot a paigon
And he let that fly
She bring her friend do two at a time
Don't rate guys if their moving sly