Huh, what you doing?
Where you been?
Where you going, you with your friends?
I don't like them, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Nan' one of them got a man
Nan' one of them got a plan
Nan' one of them f*ckin' with you
Nan' one of them drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to f*ck me
But I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna f*ck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Oh yeah, baby, I'm the man, you know that
Them bitches with you nan', you know that
Come be with your man, don't go back
They're f*cking up our plans, shit
We can be in Paris, shit
Hoes they come in pairs and shit
Them hoes some embarrassments
It's a supercharged Grand Cherokee
They nigga drive a Nissan, come and get you, I embarrassed him
I've been in the lab tryna get us in, don't ask me where I've been
They ain't ready for this life we live, girl, I can't let 'em in
Girl, you match my fly, this ain't designer, you got letterman
I let you go away with them every time but, baby, never again
I can open you up restaurants, Jamaican, Mexican
I don't need you hangin' out with bitches that you better than
And I don't need you hangin' out at all that's somethin' you better than
I'm serious
I ain't hatin' on no bitch that's somethin' I never did
I'm curious
Why they got you outside hangin' with them water men?
I'm furious
If I ask you, girl, don't tell me that's your brother dem
Like period
If I ask you, girl, don't tell me that you got
Huh, what you doing?
Where you been?
Where you going, you with your friends?
I don't like them, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Nan' one of them got a man
Nan' one of them got a plan
Nan' one of them f*ckin' with you
Nan' one of them drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to f*ck me
But I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna f*ck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Your Friends Video (MV)
Performed By: Hunxho
From Album: For Her
Length: 2:19
Written by: Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo, Vincent van den Ende
Hunxho - Your Friends Lyrics
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Huh, what you doing?
Where you been?
Where you going, you with your friends?
I don't like them, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Nan' one of them got a man
Nan' one of them got a plan
Nan' one of them f*ckin' with you
Nan' one of them drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to f*ck me
But I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna f*ck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Oh yeah, baby, I'm the man, you know that
Them bitches with you nan', you know that
Come be with your man, don't go back
They're f*cking up our plans, shit
We can be in Paris, shit
Hoes they come in pairs and shit
Them hoes some embarrassments
It's a supercharged Grand Cherokee
They nigga drive a Nissan, come and get you, I embarrassed him
I've been in the lab tryna get us in, don't ask me where I've been
They ain't ready for this life we live, girl, I can't let 'em in
Girl, you match my fly, this ain't designer, you got letterman
I let you go away with them every time but, baby, never again
I can open you up restaurants, Jamaican, Mexican
I don't need you hangin' out with bitches that you better than
And I don't need you hangin' out at all that's somethin' you better than
I'm serious
I ain't hatin' on no bitch that's somethin' I never did
I'm curious
Why they got you outside hangin' with them water men?
I'm furious
If I ask you, girl, don't tell me that's your brother dem
Like period
If I ask you, girl, don't tell me that you got
Huh, what you doing?
Where you been?
Where you going, you with your friends?
I don't like them, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Nan' one of them got a man
Nan' one of them got a plan
Nan' one of them f*ckin' with you
Nan' one of them drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to f*ck me
But I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna f*ck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Where you been?
Where you going, you with your friends?
I don't like them, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Nan' one of them got a man
Nan' one of them got a plan
Nan' one of them f*ckin' with you
Nan' one of them drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to f*ck me
But I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna f*ck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Oh yeah, baby, I'm the man, you know that
Them bitches with you nan', you know that
Come be with your man, don't go back
They're f*cking up our plans, shit
We can be in Paris, shit
Hoes they come in pairs and shit
Them hoes some embarrassments
It's a supercharged Grand Cherokee
They nigga drive a Nissan, come and get you, I embarrassed him
I've been in the lab tryna get us in, don't ask me where I've been
They ain't ready for this life we live, girl, I can't let 'em in
Girl, you match my fly, this ain't designer, you got letterman
I let you go away with them every time but, baby, never again
I can open you up restaurants, Jamaican, Mexican
I don't need you hangin' out with bitches that you better than
And I don't need you hangin' out at all that's somethin' you better than
I'm serious
I ain't hatin' on no bitch that's somethin' I never did
I'm curious
Why they got you outside hangin' with them water men?
I'm furious
If I ask you, girl, don't tell me that's your brother dem
Like period
If I ask you, girl, don't tell me that you got
Huh, what you doing?
Where you been?
Where you going, you with your friends?
I don't like them, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Nan' one of them got a man
Nan' one of them got a plan
Nan' one of them f*ckin' with you
Nan' one of them drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to f*ck me
But I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna f*ck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Writer: Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo, Vincent van den Ende
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CTM Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CTM Publishing
