E MONEY BAGS

E MONEY BAGS - Friend Of Ours lyrics

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Yeah I got a lot of fuckin' friends in this world man

But I don't think this nigga right here is my fuckin' friend

I heard alot of shit right here

I think I'm 'bout to explain what a fuckin' friend is, knowwhatI'msayin'?

A friend is a nigga that'll be there to squeeze for you

Count your cheese for you, whatever

Push your Ki's for you

Bone the same bitch and catch the same disease with' you

If it don't go down like that then they ain't your friend

You can hate or love this

No matter what you think a thug is

Bitches who know the Stee, they all wanna plug with this God

You hear my name in the beauty salon

And nails too

My name properly branded up in there tatoo

Blow their back too, I'm popular

Put the glock to ya

Empower ya, in fact

You won't believe it 'till you don't get your shit back

Yo luckily I lived that

Niggas on your team tell you Damm you shouldn't have did that

I sit back and observe y'all

Reminiscent when I herbed all y'all

E-Money Bags in blood printed on the wall

Who you gonna call? Toast busters

Niggas who roller coast behind drug connects don't trust us

Some can't relate to this, outta state we flip

I won't come back without a new house and a whip

I do shit that you kick

If you do it too, then you sick

I move dolo, co-defendants is a no-no

It be the money niggas with the respect and all the power

Keep the Teck beside the shower

Condos be on the towers

We livin' what comes out of our Mouth for all you cowards

Introducin' Nature, he be a friend of ours...

Handshakes turn to hugs and hugs turn to headlocks

You violate I let the led pop

Makin' you a movin' target

I'll send a slug through ya garments

Think I give a fuck who you involved with'?

Q.B. smooth pirahnnas

The young minister's menace

I dropped out the Tenth grade, never finished

Merked off, for these chips I be the work horse

Workin' overtime, you'll get your first loss fuckin' with us

Set trends, some are original like us and some'll mimic

I try to seperate fact from gimmick

Crack from Women

Platinum driven

Automatic results

I'm hearin' Attica will shatter your hopes

Habits I broke, like talkin' on the phone when I'm fired up

Niggas be wired up like human Aiwa's

Could it be that they be snitchin' or they just admirers

A friend of ours, in a non-trustworthy environment

It be the money niggas, with the respect and all the power

Keep the Teck beside the shower

Condo's be on the Towers

Livin' what comes out the Mouth of all you cowards

Introducin' Kool G. Rap, he be a friend of ours

Godfather saga

Hit you dead in the chest like shots of Vodka

Funerals crowded like Soccer while I'm watchin' opera

Last like Sinatra, blast like Binaca

Binoculars is how I watched you droppin' from the Chopper

Mafia imposter

Get left for dead with your face inside of your plate of pasta

For bein' a Hasa, salude to my crew to prosper (salude)

You know how we do, we ice pick your boulder

You meet death over glasses of ice with the bola

Blood on your shoulder

Mink cosa nostra

Keepin' the Heater with the toasters

Dough in the sofa's

Cashmere with gator Loafers

We bulletproof the Rovers and pimp smack you sober

My whole crew is menaces, lieutenants and soldiers

Flip on you the way that Montana did to Minola

Convincin' voters holdin' mad dough that's older than Yoda

Leave bad odors when we leave Cobras twisted like Yoga

Colder than the cats that's in Ebola

Bubble like Soda

Bendin' these young Mamacitas over

Cross me I'll cut out your Mama's ovaries

Kid, you know the steez

Have your wake smellin' like Potpourri

On the low key, ship Ki's to overseas

My shit gets sold quicker than groceries

K-double-O-L-and G, you know it's me

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