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I don't need to Yeah I don't need to make friends Riot up the hill, whole thing is mayhem Fuckin' with my spirit, niggas really go to great length Niggas turn religious when their faces hit the pavement He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense Say she high maintenance, we could make arrangements Calls from my agent, make me switch cadence I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make 'em vacant Goin' against the grain, South based, we from thе basement Boy, you a two-faced nigga undеr pressure Call it fruit cake, sittin' in that leather And like it's doomsday, we 'bout to change the weather Girl, is it to late to say I get you wetter? (Shh) (Ayy) She been in the field since like twenty-one (Ayy) Pushing 'til the wheels break, shit is cut throat (Ayy) Say she brought her friends and they needed front row, ayy What if we just head back to my condo? That girl a groupie, who your mans? Word to mouth, now she gets choosy, what's the plans? Boy, I'm out, this shit don't move me And shit I know lil' shorty tryna use me (Use me) (Alright) Yeah, uh Letras de cancionesWhere's the line again? Small talk, cold calls, all that shit is transient Lot of baggage, I was born with, I'm carryin' Always been a pimp but I turned into a champion I was with my bih on a island, playin' ambient Hold your breath, I been on the edge Niggas gettin' bread, soul handin' by a thread Right hand on the wheel, left one on her breast Everything a wreck, they don't step the way I step (Oh) I don't know how people think we equal (Woah) Baby girl, my verse is worth a kilo (Damn) Seven nights, we spend it down in rio (Yeah) Everything I do, is for my people I don't need to make friends Riot up the hill, whole thing is mayhem Fuckin' with my spirit, niggas really go to great length Niggas turn religious when their faces hit the pavement He ain't been the same since that day, you know it makes sense Say she high maintenance, we could make arrangements Calls from my agent, make me switch cadence I'm tryna buy the cribs on both sides, and make 'em vacant Goin' against the grain, South based, we from the basement From Letras Mania