friend of mine lyrics – james harvest barclay


no… f*ck the b*tches f*ck all the stank *ss hoes all my
n*gg*s know… junior mafia click gucci don you know how we play.
f*ckin’ skanless *ss b*tches. you know how it go boots… i
meet a b*tch f*ck a b*tch next thing you know you f*ckin’
the b*tch. you just p*ss it around and sh*t p*ss the sh*t like
a cold and sh*t. f*ck’em.

verse 1

now when i’m f*ckin’ those jen i’m invincible
don’t love no hoe, that’s my priciple
’cause uh, b*tches come [and uh] b*tches go
that’s why i get my nut and i be out the f*ckin’ door
[you know] they might be the one to set me up
wanna get their little brother to wet me up
that’s why i tote tecs and stuff to get’em off my case
just in case the little f*cker ends up misplaced
i don’t give a b*tch enough to catch the bus
and when i see the s*m*n i’m leavin’
b*tches be schemin’, i kid ya not
that’s why i keep my windows locked and my glock c*cked
one hoe said, “big, why you so hard on us?
why you swear all b*tches are so scandalous?”
thug n*gg* ’til the end, tell a friend b*tch
’cause when i like ya, then ya go and f*ck my friend b*tch
[and you know that ain’t right]


you know that ain’t right

with a friend of mine x4

verse 2

you see, i don’t sweat these hoes
i keep’em in flavours like timbo’s and jibbo’s
b*tches just like to play the mary though
[yeah we know, drop the scenario]
it was me, dee, the mpv
the blunts and brew thang, knockin’ some wu-tang
m-e-t-h-oh sh*t, look at them lips and them hips on that b*tch
dee hit the dip, so i can drop my mackadocious sh*t
light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp
needless to speak, the gee’s obsolete
don’t sleep! banged the skins in a week
on the creep up the avenue
i seen her on the block, who she rappin’ to?
that’s my n*gg* dee, d*mn he got gee
now she f*ckin’ him and f*ckin’ me, see
you know that ain’t right

repeat chorus

verse 3

uh… now i play her far like a moon play a star
she still sweat me hard ’cause i’m a rap star
i be cruisin’ up the block, i be p*ssin’ her
pimpin’ hard with the female p*ssenger
and the only time i call her to hang
is when me and dee blunted up, p*ssy, schemin’ on a gang-bang
she should’ve used her intuition
then she wouldn’t be cl*ssified in that position, listen
she’s sayin’ i dissed her ’cause i’m f*ckin’ her sister
a message to the fellas, that really gets’em p*ssed, uh
but she started that f*ckin’ family
she f*cked my man dee, so why she mad at me?
plus your sister look better than you
give head better than you, p*ssy get wetter than you
so break the f*ck out like a rash
i’m glad i ain’t spend no cash to hit your nasty *ss

/ james harvest barclay lyrics