Jay Browne - Friends (feat. 7sinclair)

Word around town they miss me
I ain’t never did no Whitney
Jay said come up wit me
He gon make me spend a couple hunnids and fifties
Tell that hoe please don’t Temp me
I’m just trynna get me a Bentley
Bitch say heaven sent me
Feels like demons been trynna get me
But I won’t let them
Go and check them
You ain’t fucking wit me
But you gon listen
You ain’t never had these
You ain’t gon get them
And I’m smoking on trees
Till my lungs give in
How bad you want it tel me 1-10
And don’t ever tell a hoe she the one again
Ima keep going til there ain’t no pen
And I’m sorry for committing all 7 sins
Ima re up again
Gold plate lighting my teeth up again
I ain’t never had no reason to bend
I done made a couple songs
Now I got all these friends
Ima re up again
Gold plate lighting my teeth up again
I ain’t never had no reason to bend
I done made a couple songs
Now I got all these friends
Mamita mamita
Banana clip speaking a word from
Chiquita
Yeah it’s jay Browne still coming out the speakers
Music blowing loud like you round up the reefer
Playing games with ya X then I gotta skate
Coming from the bay but I’m going M I A
Niggas on the bench pressed sorry for the weight
Feeling like Kevin how I’m bussin out gates
Her man long distance and ever since we been getting closer
Wet on the table we might need a coaster
Top gyal off bottomless mimosas
Birds on the wing got em like sefalosha
Take ya nickle back ion need it gotta lotta bands
She in the club two stepping don’t know how to dance
Brought my Whole squad no problems you don’t gotta chance
Got em at the local amscot taking out advance
Baddest in the room on her worst behavior
Champagne for the pain is the perfect flavor
Know he from the crib got the cash better spread em
All up here jeans cuz you my baby better dem em
We hit the lotto from scratch
This version hit more and that’s just facts
Wine up ya bumpa then arch up ya back
Wake up in Tampa then run that shit back
Ima re up again
Gold plate lighting my teeth up again
I ain’t never had no reason to bend
I done made a couple songs
Now I got all these friends
Ima re up again
Gold plate lighting my teeth up again
I ain’t never had no reason to bend
I done made a couple songs
Now I got all these friends

Written by:
Jesse Browne

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