Used to have friends
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now I got enemies
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Ooh
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Used to keep 'em close
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now they dead to me
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Damn
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Used to have friends
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now I got enemies
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Ooh
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Enemies yeah it's so sad
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They said I would never
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get this far ah ah
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Think that we don't see
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who you are are are
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Laughin' to the bank like
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ha ha ha
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Guess that I'm just talkin'
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too much blah blah blah
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Shut the fuck up
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So where did y'all go
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When I was shit broke
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couldn't even buy smokes
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Now your mama needs
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tickets to my stadium show
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Stadium show
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She love it when she hear me
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on the radio oh
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I know it's hard
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To swallow your pride
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Sorry that you
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can't get over me
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Now you're out my life
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I'm so relieved I
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Used to have friends
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now I got enemies
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Damn
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Used to keep 'em close
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now they dead to me
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Ooh
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Money tend to show
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all they tendencies
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Damn
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Enemies yeah it's so sad
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Sometimes every time
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they let me down
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Sometimes every time
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they let me down
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Used to have friends
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now I got enemies
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Enemies yeah it's so sad
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Close to my enemies
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Let's go
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I need better energy
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Huh
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When I told you fuck you
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you thought I was playin' huh
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Yeah yeah
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But I meant the shit literally
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She want to vibe
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but I told her fuck that
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Nope
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She looking at me
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like she surprised
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They're packin'
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the post and I'm home alone
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When the box hit the door
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they go for 35
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I try to put on for my partners
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they turn into enemies
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right before a nigga eye
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You reach for a shake
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I'ma hold out a fist
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Giving a nigga a quarter
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pound without the fries
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I just went double platinum
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with no features
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Just to show a nigga
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I don't really need him
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Pass a man a plate
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and he can make it shake
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It's guaranteed he'll fold
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and bite the hand that feed him
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And I know you think
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that I ain't see it
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And I know you bitch
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ain't got a car
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Don't make me go
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and buy a bitch a lil' Prius
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Fuck on the camera
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we can call it even
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Friends are like the autumn
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every year they leavin'
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And I'ma rake 'em in a pile
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throw 'em in a bag
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Tie them bitches up
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and leave 'em
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'Cause most of these
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niggas are deceiving
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And I
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Used to have friends
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now I got enemies
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Damn
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Used to keep 'em close
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now they dead to me
|
Ooh
|
Money tend to show
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all they tendencies
|
Damn
|
Enemies yeah it's so sad
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Sometimes every time
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they let me down
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Sometimes every time
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they let me down
|
Used to have friends
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now I got enemies
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Enemies yeah it's so sad
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It's too late
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to turn this shit around
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It's too late
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Only held me down when you
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wanted me to drown
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It's too late
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to turn this shit around
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It's too late
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So don't try and tell me
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that you're happy for me now
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Used to have friends
|
now I got enemies
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Used to keep 'em close
|
now they dead to me
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Dead to me
|
Money tend to show
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all they tendencies
|
Tendencies
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Enemies yeah it's so sad
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Sometimes every time
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they let me down
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Sometimes every time
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they let me down
|
Used to have friends
|
now I got enemies
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Enemies yeah it's so sad
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Ooh it's too late
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It's too late
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Enemies (Feat. DaBaby)
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| Post Malone |
