Fake Friends
Fake friends I want more...
Uhhhh
Aye!
Got enough...
Aye!
Uhh aye!
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Chuck the deuces
Peace sign like a benz
I know you soft
U couldn't make it thru my ends
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Chuck the deuces
Peace sign like a benz
I know you soft
U couldn't make it thru my ends
When u drop her off
Dats when I pick her upp
Used to Uber to her spot
Now I just Lyft her up
Call her my lil baby
She be Sucking my dick
Like it's a sippy cup
That's when I ride her like cowboy
I tell her giddy up
Had to shoot my shot
Cuz u was a sittin duck
Young wit a lotta stress
I don't give a fuck
Same nigga from way back
I'm never switching up
Don't call my phone
I'm never pickin uppp
Unless your digits up
My boy move that grade a
We call it Pixie dust
I'm to way heartlesss
There aint no fixin us
No body be pickin me up
When I'm down in the mud
I put muddy in my cup
Aye!
Uhhhh
Aye!
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
I got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
I got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Chuck the deuces
Peace sign like a benz
I know you soft
U couldn't make it thru my ends
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
I got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Chuck the deuces
Peace sign like a benz
I know you soft
U couldn't make it thru my ends
Sheeeeeeshh!
Uhhhh
Aye!
Got enough...
Aye!
Uhh aye!
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Chuck the deuces
Peace sign like a benz
I know you soft
U couldn't make it thru my ends
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Chuck the deuces
Peace sign like a benz
I know you soft
U couldn't make it thru my ends
When u drop her off
Dats when I pick her upp
Used to Uber to her spot
Now I just Lyft her up
Call her my lil baby
She be Sucking my dick
Like it's a sippy cup
That's when I ride her like cowboy
I tell her giddy up
Had to shoot my shot
Cuz u was a sittin duck
Young wit a lotta stress
I don't give a fuck
Same nigga from way back
I'm never switching up
Don't call my phone
I'm never pickin uppp
Unless your digits up
My boy move that grade a
We call it Pixie dust
I'm to way heartlesss
There aint no fixin us
No body be pickin me up
When I'm down in the mud
I put muddy in my cup
Aye!
Uhhhh
Aye!
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
I got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
I got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Chuck the deuces
Peace sign like a benz
I know you soft
U couldn't make it thru my ends
Got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
I got enough fake
Friends
I want more presidents
Chuck the deuces
Peace sign like a benz
I know you soft
U couldn't make it thru my ends
Sheeeeeeshh!
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Writer(s): Dylon Proudfoot
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