K-Luxuriant - Phoney Friends lyrics
[K-Luxuriant - Phoney Friends lyrics]
It’s K-Luxuriant, it’s lit!
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather have more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you
plate that on the wall, that’s permanent
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know that they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather collect more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
Phoney friends are like pendulums
They come & go i’m really tired of these
Stupid friends using smartphones
They’re just too simple
But funny faced Tracy Morgan clones
I’m asking, does anybody have an idea to
Get rid of those?
I might mention Kendall Jenner in
My songs every time
Now I can’t count all my money
But I started with a dime
Don’t need more phonies
They no peace no sane to my mind
If you see me ignoring you up
Then you ain’t worth my time
What's hip hop? I'm shooting
Words that pop!
I always tend to ignore y’ll fakes
Whenever I get your call
Now calling me coz you were wrong
Heard you thought I would fall
You been thinking all wrong
So now what if you’re about to fall?
Everybody’s masked
Is there somebody without holding curtain?
Out here in deserts
I’m tryna blow sand I’m catching dirt
You been pushing something too far
That’s not working i been doing everything
Coz everything I thought is now working
They wanna talk
But I ain’t speaking until I get 3 bands
If I see some fakes winning
Then I’m deep into aggress
I blow an M every month
I don’t worry about finance
They say I look good dress good
But honestly I didn’t meant to impress
They fake so much
Can somebody judge them for Oscars?
And I would never love to
See them in my concerts
And lately every night they
Become my bad stalkers
Goddamn, someone get rid of these imposters!
(Agh)
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather have more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know that they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather collect more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
Everyday I’m living the status I
Always wanted to be in
People here are so fake
I call them the false ceiling
Somebody please send them to an asylum
Maybe healing? Tonight I’m stacking my cash
I think it will reach the ceiling
Money buying all fancy things
That I had never thought so
Always dipped in black & casuals
Yeah that’s my dress code
Money coming like rainfall
I forgot what’s my stress though
When I’m at the mall
I’m masked & my moves are commando
I’m finding hard to believe
This shit’s getting old
I hardly remember these friends
All from the same mould
I understand that time is money
So I never take a loan when they see me
They ask me to pose & look at their phones
(No pics) i was turned villainous & I’m
Here laughing with Harley Quinn
Said we do whatever we want
Coz we would always win
See that ‘E’ on the songs
Be careful while talking, i ain’t friendly
They tryna throw dirt but it won’t happen
I watch patiently if they need a favour
They say "I hope you still remember me"
Plate what I’m saying
"all teams are thrash except my team"
Had a flight to LA
Said to my PA to remind me personally
There’s alot of pretenders
I’m among the trend setters I feel believed
Alright I got a question on hot
"how long will they live?"
At night I wonder in my dreams
"when will they leave?"
Will there be a wicked cinematic
Fashion or an evil eve?
It’s hard to believe all these peeps
You know what I mean
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather have more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know that they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather collect more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather have more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you
plate that on the wall, that’s permanent
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know that they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather collect more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
Phoney friends are like pendulums
They come & go i’m really tired of these
Stupid friends using smartphones
They’re just too simple
But funny faced Tracy Morgan clones
I’m asking, does anybody have an idea to
Get rid of those?
I might mention Kendall Jenner in
My songs every time
Now I can’t count all my money
But I started with a dime
Don’t need more phonies
They no peace no sane to my mind
If you see me ignoring you up
Then you ain’t worth my time
What's hip hop? I'm shooting
Words that pop!
I always tend to ignore y’ll fakes
Whenever I get your call
Now calling me coz you were wrong
Heard you thought I would fall
You been thinking all wrong
So now what if you’re about to fall?
Everybody’s masked
Is there somebody without holding curtain?
Out here in deserts
I’m tryna blow sand I’m catching dirt
You been pushing something too far
That’s not working i been doing everything
Coz everything I thought is now working
They wanna talk
But I ain’t speaking until I get 3 bands
If I see some fakes winning
Then I’m deep into aggress
I blow an M every month
I don’t worry about finance
They say I look good dress good
But honestly I didn’t meant to impress
They fake so much
Can somebody judge them for Oscars?
And I would never love to
See them in my concerts
And lately every night they
Become my bad stalkers
Goddamn, someone get rid of these imposters!
(Agh)
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather have more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know that they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather collect more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
Everyday I’m living the status I
Always wanted to be in
People here are so fake
I call them the false ceiling
Somebody please send them to an asylum
Maybe healing? Tonight I’m stacking my cash
I think it will reach the ceiling
Money buying all fancy things
That I had never thought so
Always dipped in black & casuals
Yeah that’s my dress code
Money coming like rainfall
I forgot what’s my stress though
When I’m at the mall
I’m masked & my moves are commando
I’m finding hard to believe
This shit’s getting old
I hardly remember these friends
All from the same mould
I understand that time is money
So I never take a loan when they see me
They ask me to pose & look at their phones
(No pics) i was turned villainous & I’m
Here laughing with Harley Quinn
Said we do whatever we want
Coz we would always win
See that ‘E’ on the songs
Be careful while talking, i ain’t friendly
They tryna throw dirt but it won’t happen
I watch patiently if they need a favour
They say "I hope you still remember me"
Plate what I’m saying
"all teams are thrash except my team"
Had a flight to LA
Said to my PA to remind me personally
There’s alot of pretenders
I’m among the trend setters I feel believed
Alright I got a question on hot
"how long will they live?"
At night I wonder in my dreams
"when will they leave?"
Will there be a wicked cinematic
Fashion or an evil eve?
It’s hard to believe all these peeps
You know what I mean
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather have more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent
I don’t need more friends
Please don’t recommend
I know that they’re nothing more
Than just dead ends
Would rather collect more M’s
Than to entertain phoney friends
Yeah K’s mean for you, plate
That on the wall, that’s permanent