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Rao - Friends Lyrics



Rao - Friends Lyrics




Now I'm in that shit, you kno' that
That bitch cant get, get out my f*ckin' studio huh
(Skrrrrrr)

My dick is fat coz that pussy wet (Splash)
F*cked her on the serum cause she loved my bat (Loved my bat)
We was in the Grape St
Sold a lotta brick (Brick)
At the basement down
We cut that f*ckin green (Cut the f*ckin' green)
Gotta quit the Robitussin, cause we sippin lean
Told you we into som, got a hunnid bean (Huh)
Had no time to return all the f*ckin details
(The f*ckin' death bitch)
(Prrr, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, f*ck that shit)

1997, started serv on 'em, so
If i had a chance to loose on 'em raw
Lil O mustache makes me serv on a hoe
Im gon f*ck your daughter in her hole (Whoo)
Sniff on that shit, yeah we cut more snow
Like Gucci Mane from the Zone (Yeah, sick, sick, sick)
And the six shit yeah, on the sick shit yeah

Friends aint really friends when you in a Benz
They can see im rich, goin sideways in that Benz (Skrr, skrr)
Way to many bands, yeah i call my bitch Florence
And I kno the benjis made it, without any tolerance (Huh?)
And i see my family turnin to a f*ckin corpse (Nah)
Father used to sip on the juug from the store
No-one ever hit on Me thats why they cant score
Mama always told me keep my f*ckin spore (Spore, Yeah)

Never blast in a bitch, never raise no hoe
If had to raise my child, yeah I chose the f*ckin gold
Shoulda do my real job, but i switched the flow
R-A-O the white goon, yeah he's the goat
(Puff, puff)
(He's the GOAT, yeah, He's the GOAT, yeah, He's the GOAT, yeah)
(RAO go, yeah)

Yeah, poor boy got that wonder
Broke boy got that water, yeah
Now i'm sassy, hit the order
Seal a letter, sign an older, yeah
Bitchez better, think i let 'em, free (Uhh)
Snitches gutter, now i blast 'em real (Uhh)
Cannot fear, coz i used to be a freak (God damn)
.357 hit the deal (Hit the deal)
Pull up with a stick, yeah (Prr, Prr, Prr)

(Yeah)
They used to put handcuffs on my f*ckin wrist (Yeah)
And these days the Trap put a bust down on my wrist (Ice)
Pull up with the Bentley no droptop on my list (Skrrr)
All these bitches tried enough, to f*ck with my shit, yeah
They just wanna love me but they can't afford it
Yeah, RAO on the volume f*ckin' got that (RAO)

My dick is fat coz that pussy wet
F*cked her on the serum cause she loved my bat
We was in the Grape St
Sold a lotta brick
At the basement down
We cut that f*ckin green (Cut the f*ckin' green, yep)
(Got a hunnid bean, huh)
(All the f*ckin' details)
(The f*ckin' death bitch)
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Now I'm in that shit, you kno' that
That bitch cant get, get out my f*ckin' studio huh
(Skrrrrrr)

My dick is fat coz that pussy wet (Splash)
F*cked her on the serum cause she loved my bat (Loved my bat)
We was in the Grape St
Sold a lotta brick (Brick)
At the basement down
We cut that f*ckin green (Cut the f*ckin' green)
Gotta quit the Robitussin, cause we sippin lean
Told you we into som, got a hunnid bean (Huh)
Had no time to return all the f*ckin details
(The f*ckin' death bitch)
(Prrr, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, f*ck that shit)

1997, started serv on 'em, so
If i had a chance to loose on 'em raw
Lil O mustache makes me serv on a hoe
Im gon f*ck your daughter in her hole (Whoo)
Sniff on that shit, yeah we cut more snow
Like Gucci Mane from the Zone (Yeah, sick, sick, sick)
And the six shit yeah, on the sick shit yeah

Friends aint really friends when you in a Benz
They can see im rich, goin sideways in that Benz (Skrr, skrr)
Way to many bands, yeah i call my bitch Florence
And I kno the benjis made it, without any tolerance (Huh?)
And i see my family turnin to a f*ckin corpse (Nah)
Father used to sip on the juug from the store
No-one ever hit on Me thats why they cant score
Mama always told me keep my f*ckin spore (Spore, Yeah)

Never blast in a bitch, never raise no hoe
If had to raise my child, yeah I chose the f*ckin gold
Shoulda do my real job, but i switched the flow
R-A-O the white goon, yeah he's the goat
(Puff, puff)
(He's the GOAT, yeah, He's the GOAT, yeah, He's the GOAT, yeah)
(RAO go, yeah)

Yeah, poor boy got that wonder
Broke boy got that water, yeah
Now i'm sassy, hit the order
Seal a letter, sign an older, yeah
Bitchez better, think i let 'em, free (Uhh)
Snitches gutter, now i blast 'em real (Uhh)
Cannot fear, coz i used to be a freak (God damn)
.357 hit the deal (Hit the deal)
Pull up with a stick, yeah (Prr, Prr, Prr)

(Yeah)
They used to put handcuffs on my f*ckin wrist (Yeah)
And these days the Trap put a bust down on my wrist (Ice)
Pull up with the Bentley no droptop on my list (Skrrr)
All these bitches tried enough, to f*ck with my shit, yeah
They just wanna love me but they can't afford it
Yeah, RAO on the volume f*ckin' got that (RAO)

My dick is fat coz that pussy wet
F*cked her on the serum cause she loved my bat
We was in the Grape St
Sold a lotta brick
At the basement down
We cut that f*ckin green (Cut the f*ckin' green, yep)
(Got a hunnid bean, huh)
(All the f*ckin' details)
(The f*ckin' death bitch)
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Writer: Oliver Csikhon
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Performed By: Rao
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Oliver Csikhon

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