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2Pac - Fuck Friendz (Feat. Tiffany Villarreal) | Текст песни

Oh, who ho, ho
Live from the crazy house
You heard that shit nigga
Live from the crazy house

Yo that nigga be crazy as hell
(Hey yo, what you doing with that big ass nigga anyway?)
My ghetto love song
(Set it off, set it off)
Let's be friends

Where my niggaz at, where my niggaz, where my niggaz
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz at
Where my real niggaz at, all my real niggaz
Throw you mother fucking hands up

C'mon, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's see you throw you hands in the air
Throw 'em, throw 'em, throw 'em
West side in this mother fucker right here, west side
Throw you hands in the air
Let me see you just throw you hands in the air

Approach you and posed a minute, all on my double R tinted
As you pass bye, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby, look, get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my stacks baby

Currency seems small I need companionship
Do with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitating, actin' like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds

Bitch everyone gon' blink, this be a thug thing, outlaw
Nigga with riches cream dreamin' mutha fucka
On a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin' on crystal and alize

Smoking on big weed, key'd the Cali way
Don't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fit
I can't stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired bitch
Let my pedigree read briefly, their so cheap

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 hand
(West side)

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke dearly
(C'mon y'all)
Baby let's be friends

Let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at c'mon)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
As long as you just give me your

Friends
(All my niggaz c'mon)
While you trickin' on them other hoes
Let's be friends
(Where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?)
(Hu, huh)

Let's be friends
You ain't gotta by my man at all
As long as you just give me your, friends
(Cash making hoe's)
While you trickin' on them other hoes
Let's be

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded
But at last, it was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore

Staring and watching, me and you
One on one, picture countless options
Was it prophecy, clear as day? Visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body

Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you, from my head to my nuts
You got my sweatin' like a fat girl going 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 ya used to me
What's up in 96? Lying tricks in drag
Fuck Dre

Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass, back to you
My pretty ass, caramal queen
Got my hands on your thighs
Now let me in between, as friends

Lets be friends
(Where my niggaz at c'mon)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
As long as you just give me your

Friends
(All my niggaz c'mon)
While you trickin' on them other hoes
Let's be friends
(Where the bitches that want a nigga with money, where you at baby?)
(Hu, huh)

Let's be friends
You ain't gotta by my man at all
As long as you just give me your, friends
(Cash making hoe's)
While you trickin' on them other hoes
Let's be

Let's be friends
(West side in this mother fucker right here)
You ain't gotta by my man at all
As long as you just give me your, friends
(West side in this mother fucker)

While you tr

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