Friends Lyrics
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I wanna be
Yo, let me f**k that nigga down
You heard that shit nigga
Ay yo, what you doing with that big a*s?
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 at, all my real niggaz?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?
Let's be friends
(Throw ya hands in the air)
There's no need to front
(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)
Let's be friends
(Westside in this motherf**ker right here)
(Throw ya hands in the air)
Westside
Approach you and post a minute
(Yeah)
All on my double-R tinted as you pa*s bye winking
My eye, freshly scented, what's the happs, baby?
(What's up?)
Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(Ha ha ha, get money, baby)
Currency seem small I need companionship
(Hey)
Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
So why you hesitating? Acting like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink
(Bling, bling, bling)
This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreaming mother f**ker on a mash for bitches
(Bitch)
Check my resume, sipping on Crystalle and allazay
Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way
(Westside)
Don't like tricking but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch
(Word)
Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap
Putting bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While tugging on your made bitch head
(Westside)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
f**k Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily
(Come on, y'all)
Baby, let's be friends
Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Come on, y'all)
No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at, all my niggaz?)
Because I know you want to f**k
(Where my bitches at?)
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to f**k
I met you and I stuttered in pa*sion
Though slightly blinded by that a*s
It was hard to keep my d**k in my pants
Every time you pa*s got me checking for you hardcore
Staring and watching, me and you one on one
(See that)
Picture countless options, was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me
(Oh, my God)
Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
(Yes, yes, yes)
Far from a quest I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
Just a skinny nigga f**king like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
f**k Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my a*s
Back to you, my pretty a*s caramel queen
(Come here baby, come here)
Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
That's friends
Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Hahah, where my bitches at?)
(Throw ya guns in the air)
No need to front, let's be friends
(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Because I know you want to f**k
Let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at?)
(Where my bitches at? Where my people at?)
Because I know you want to f**k, let's be
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got 'em ready for a booty call, I f**ked your bitch
(Ha ha)
Was it me or the fame? My d**k or the game?
Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came
(Westside)
Scream my name 'cause, baby
It's the licoius ghetto weak spot, for pretty bitches
Up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluent
In and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside
I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
f**k player hating niggaz 'cause they cock block
(Cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizing, seeing you naked
It's a f**k song check the record
(So check my record)
Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at
Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at
(Come on)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Right here)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Westside in this motherf**ker)
All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here
(Come on, Westside in this motherf**ker right here)
Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherf**ker)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches be?
(Come on)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherf**ker right here)
Where my down getting bitches? The cash getting niggaz
(Come on)
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
(Westside in this motherf**ker)
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
(Ha ha, my ghetto love song)
Make money, take money, be friends
(You know)
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on
Let's get paid