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Street - Frenemy Lyrics



Street - Frenemy Lyrics




Straight fire for my enemy
Don't you know I'm a boss
What you sending me?
There ain't no money talk ain't no benefit
I know that you was lost when you came to me
Coz round ere
We f*ck it we twerk them numbers
My main man he twistin' up like benihana
I paid cash it was 1 of 1 a heavy order
I was tryna get it across the border

You talkin' to the biz yeah this the chance of a live
Ima need it all cash an ain't no mix up with it
The load up in the back there ain't no time for no games
Hit the drag I'm bout to switch on em lanes
The loafs felit mignon that's a must must
If your talking bout this street paper it get tricky it get nuts nuts
An I just be needing a ticket baby it's a milio' That's enough nough
It's for us us
Let's get it so plush plush
We really gettin' throwed so was the rush rush
I done mixed designer with the uncut
Tossed em a lil vibe an it gave budge budge
An you know I kept that fire for them dumb f*cks

Straight fire for my enemy
Don't you know I'm a boss
What you sending me?
There ain't no money talk ain't no benefit
I know that you was lost when you came to me
Coz round ere
We f*ck it we twerk them numbers
My main man he twistin' up like benihana
I paid cash it was 1 of 1 a heavy order
I was tryna get it across the border

An it's all slaughters to the frenemies
I've got a couple hollow shots for that f*cked up energy
You're gonna need god on ya side if you're tryna get rid of me
Good luck tryna get rid of me
I kept the boost tucked with the gin & g
I'm so Ice t
I'm so Icey
That's the reason that they're f*ckin with the prodigy
It don't bother me
Gotta cash plan that's lookin' like the lottery
Like a chef man I'm well versed with the cutlery
I done went hand to hand with drugs on me
The trap on go gram for gram
I pray this money dry in my hand

Straight fire for my enemy
Don't you know I'm a boss
What you sending me?
There ain't no money talk ain't no benefit
I know that you was lost when you came to me
Coz round ere
We f*ck it we twerk them numbers
My main man he twistin' up like benihana
I paid cash it was 1 of 1 a heavy order
I was tryna get it across the border
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English

Straight fire for my enemy
Don't you know I'm a boss
What you sending me?
There ain't no money talk ain't no benefit
I know that you was lost when you came to me
Coz round ere
We f*ck it we twerk them numbers
My main man he twistin' up like benihana
I paid cash it was 1 of 1 a heavy order
I was tryna get it across the border

You talkin' to the biz yeah this the chance of a live
Ima need it all cash an ain't no mix up with it
The load up in the back there ain't no time for no games
Hit the drag I'm bout to switch on em lanes
The loafs felit mignon that's a must must
If your talking bout this street paper it get tricky it get nuts nuts
An I just be needing a ticket baby it's a milio' That's enough nough
It's for us us
Let's get it so plush plush
We really gettin' throwed so was the rush rush
I done mixed designer with the uncut
Tossed em a lil vibe an it gave budge budge
An you know I kept that fire for them dumb f*cks

Straight fire for my enemy
Don't you know I'm a boss
What you sending me?
There ain't no money talk ain't no benefit
I know that you was lost when you came to me
Coz round ere
We f*ck it we twerk them numbers
My main man he twistin' up like benihana
I paid cash it was 1 of 1 a heavy order
I was tryna get it across the border

An it's all slaughters to the frenemies
I've got a couple hollow shots for that f*cked up energy
You're gonna need god on ya side if you're tryna get rid of me
Good luck tryna get rid of me
I kept the boost tucked with the gin & g
I'm so Ice t
I'm so Icey
That's the reason that they're f*ckin with the prodigy
It don't bother me
Gotta cash plan that's lookin' like the lottery
Like a chef man I'm well versed with the cutlery
I done went hand to hand with drugs on me
The trap on go gram for gram
I pray this money dry in my hand

Straight fire for my enemy
Don't you know I'm a boss
What you sending me?
There ain't no money talk ain't no benefit
I know that you was lost when you came to me
Coz round ere
We f*ck it we twerk them numbers
My main man he twistin' up like benihana
I paid cash it was 1 of 1 a heavy order
I was tryna get it across the border
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Writer: Samson Kaitell
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Performed By: Street
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Samson Kaitell

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