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(Hook x2) You should be careful who you hang with, who your friends are! You get in trouble fuck with rock-stars and gangsters! Wicked! Bitch I am not your fucking friend! Wicked! Bitch I am not your fucking friend! (Verse:1 Hodgy Beats) You know where I'm from, coming from where I'm from Suck a thumb, or get your hi-hat built by Toms Drum You know God I'll introduce you to his Godson Fairly Odd son bang your head and let it throb some! It's that rock shit, fuck a cop pork chop shit Squeeze your fucking Glock and spit flames in the drought bitch! You're not a kin to me, my fires never friendly, adrenaline got me trembling Thirsty to kill an enemy! (Hook x2) You should be careful who you hang with, who your friends are! You get in trouble fuck with rock-stars and gangsters! Wicked! Bitch I am not your fucking friend! Wicked! Bitch I am not your fucking friend! (Bridge x2) Grab this tulip, strangle you till you die Truth in my heart, lust and hate in my mind Multiplied emotions soon will divide Letras de cancionesYourself from the crash reality will collide (Verse:2 Hodgy Beats) My friends and my imaginary adversary, actually Mind blows like fragmentaries manditarily Don’t cross the roof with sand altin fluids Lucid enough to see through it Trespassin feet, tuli’s a suit, fit a new flesh Call it trash mob, bring mafia rep that you set Burst you like the Klu Klux crosses, the grandmas do vet You were never kin to me, fuck you and your resource The fuck you bunch, we kill em Feel no remorse (Hook x2) You should be careful who you hang with, who your friends are! You get in trouble fuck with rock-stars and gangsters! Wicked! Bitch I am not your fucking friend! Wicked! Bitch I am not your fucking friend! From Letras Mania