Dead Friends

Yeah
Uugh
Yeah

Shawty want take a pill first 'fore she fuck
She say she in love, she in love with the clouts
Let my nigga hit it, yeah, she a thot
Beat the pussy a couple times, breeze, yeah
Gave my heart, took it back
Niggas want do me dirty, they attack
Timmy Turner, me I wish dem go die
Beat the pussy a couple times, breeze, yeah

Oh, dead, dead, dead
My friends are dead
The ones alive, dey my head
Check my steps
Yeah, Chick-fil-A, Chick-fil-A
I want Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
Big booty girl, big booty girl (yeah)
Big booty girl on a Monday

They will hurt you for real
Don't let these niggas see (oh, no)
We used to chop together, that's for real
But niggas be lost in the sauce for real
Niggas, acting a fool for deals
Like girls be dancing on poles for bills

Checking my temperature
Like all these girls be stressing me, oh no

Throwing parties in the pool
Only girls who come
Hide your phone
Ask my why
It makes me paranoid

I got a boy from a high place
He only fuck Billboard bitches, yeah
Friends from high places
Only fuck Billboard bitches, yeah

Oh, dead, dead, dead
My friends are dead
The ones alive, dey my head
Check my steps
Yeah, Chick-fil-A, Chick-fil-A
I wan Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
Big booty girl, big booty girl
Big booty girl on a Monday



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Paul Nii Amu Andrew Darko
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