Lil Keed - Friend Zone Lyrics

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Hah
Grimlin
Fuck poppin bro
Mothafuckin hard Xan
Slatt
Wrestlin
Turn up, slimeball

Cars, we dont rent those
Yeah, I be dripped out, think I got on pimp clothes
Yeah, see these big diamonds, look like pintos
In the AMG Benz truck, yeah, big bro
Bitches tryna cake up, hell nah, friend zone
Thirty on the Glock, make a nigga do the limbo
Ima get some M, nigga, Ima keep it trill, nigga
Yeah, if nigga 12, yaint tell, yaint spill, nigga

Make these niggas feel me
Hunnid round drum leave a nightmare on Elm Street
Bitch, I slatt-slime with Zack Slime, yeah, we kill beef
Hotbox AMGs, and we had the cream seats
FN tucked, itll make a grown man scream
Run that paper up, but never let it change me
Up that blicky up, and you know we leave a crime scene
Money the model, Im in the nolia with lotto
Tell a free-auto
Lil big dawg in the hood, you know that these niggas gon follow
Yeah, yeah, double cup the drank, bih
I leave that ho, dont show no feelin
When I drip out, you know its severe
Im with the slimes, you know that we here
Slidin with slime, you know that we here
Told that ho to check the kill
Mufasa of the fuckin jungle, nigga, you a fuckin bear

Yeah, I get real high, smokin cookie runts
Yeah, yeah, I get real high, yeah, I get dripped out
Yeah, I get real fly, yeah, you a guest, man
You the wingman, shell do one ho, dont get no damn chance
Son these hoes, thats a no-no
But all I know, Im finna blow
Yeah, yeah, hit the road
Yeah, diamonds ocean water, you can park a fuckin boat there
Yeah, Balmain jeans

I thumb through the paper, a lotta blue cheese
Got seventy hoes, yeah, nigga get green
I save up the load, dont get in between
He havin pressure, you know where I be
Im on the Ave, you know I aint safe
Im wantin you now, you know I aint safe
To the PJ, go and get the M