Rozz Dyliams, Supa SortaHuman - Fairweather Friends lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams, Supa SortaHuman - Fairweather Friends lyrics]
Hoes gon’ hate it
When were motherfucking broke
Fairweather friends tend to disappear
When theres no weed in the jar to smoke
Give me a fat ass blunt of the best
And a woman in a latex dress
Keep me bucking all night
Take me another height
Of buckness yes I’m blessed
I really only fuck with me
I don’t really ever fuck with the rest
I’m the elite, Pizza Click representative
And I come from the Midwest
So I’m bouncing and I’m bucking
Rillo filled up with a
Couple different things like a turducken
And I’m all about causing a ruckus
I don’t wear anything made by the hundreds
I’m just making hundreds of racks
And I spend it all as soon as I get it
If in it twumpin’ you know I’m bumpin’
I got slumps to make you go deaf
And jiggle all of the curves on your woman
I’m the buckest mane you
Should just assume it bitch I’m boomin
A lot of rappers say there dope
But they can’t prove it
You wanna take me out the game do it
But no matter how many V’s or X’s
You use it won’t cover up stupid
The game is foolish
I’m out of it you can catch a blast
When I’m riding with the pistol
Grip and the mask
Haters gon’ hate it when we doing good
Hoes gon’ hate it
When were motherfucking broke
Fairweather friends tend to disappear
When theres no weed in the jar to smoke