Got Friends Lyrics - Goldlink

She said... 

All of my bitches got friends, yeah 

All of my bitches got friends 

And they bad, they bad, so we good 

It's enough for the clique, word 

All of my bitches got friends 

You don't need to pick, nah 

All of my bitches got friends 

Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it 

I just talk about it 'cause I live it now 

So let me tell you 'bout this PYT 

That I seen this week, I had to take a bow 

5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes 

And she would make me throw it all away 

For a fun time and the right prize 

Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer truck ask her 

Prolly keep my hammer tucked 

The type to slide 'em down and then the panties stuck 

I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it with you 

Get a house and a picket with you 

Pop up on you at your work place, not your birthday 

Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' with you 

Your best friend, always coming through 

With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone 

And I ain't even tryna dog you out 

But can you feed a nigga just a little bone? 

One of you, one of me, you and me 

We make three or maybe four, and just two more just to even score 

Step to her, had to play chess, had to hit her with the full press 

Then I told her I'd do anything just to chat with her for a quick sec' 

Let it sit, let it process, then she went and said, Sure, yes 

Whispered in her ear and told her, 

Baby I want less drama and more sex, but 

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She said... 

All of my bitches got friends, yeah 

All of my bitches got friends 

And they bad, they bad, so we good 

It's enough for the clique, word 

All of my bitches got friends 

You don't need to pick, nah 

All of my bitches got friends 

Look, all of my women got friends 

Most of 'em like with a blend 

And most of 'em off in the ends 

And they don't care who they offend 

Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the neck down, 

she was super crazy 

Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would fight alot 

And she a '90s baby 

Complain about me, always on the road 

And talk to other women and she wanted babies 

Had to shake it like a common cold 

Then I had a show and then I saw you, baby 

Then I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back with no indication 

Now I'm flyin' to you, 

Takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces 

Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes 

Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem 

Heard you left to visit cuz and 'em, 

Reconnectin' with your mom and 'em 

Now you want me to fly to Sweden after, fly you to the Motherland 

You was mine and I am yours and you still mine when I go on tour 

I ain't really tryna play no games, 

I can win the battle, you can win the war 

I'm just tryna fuck and love you either on the bed 

And we can take it to the floor 

Crazy how this all started out 

'Cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore 

She said... 

All of my bitches got friends, yeah 

All of my bitches got friends 

And they bad, they bad, so we good 

It's enough for the clique, word 

All of my bitches got friends 

You don't need to pick, nah 

All of my bitches got friends 

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up 

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up 

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up 

Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up 

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up 

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up 

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up 

Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up