Correction Lyrics Close Friends by Xavi

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It's the Boy
It's payday, fellas
I said it's f**king payday, motherf**kers

I really had sh*t to sell
Anything?under?a 8th shouldn?t?hit the scale
I f**k that b*t*h,?and you f**k that b*t*h too
This sh*t between us, we don?t kiss and tell
Had a little run with a b*t*h, I took it and learned
No feelings, I wish her well
I can tell she got a yeast
She got out the shower, came out and it still had a smell
I?m the n***a with the ticket so if I?m with n***as, just know that they packing
N***as is cool with saying they hot boys, when the f**k that sh*t happen?
B*t*h, I'm the captain
If n***as want action then we let it pill like a aspirin
Nut on her a**, I was snapping
Wait, let me get to a napkin
I am on top with the spitters
For 40, she topping my n***a
She get the 20 before, the other 20 when she finish
Duce hitting while she licking the balls, no she didn?t (Oh no she didn?t)
This sh*t is different and she consistent
When have these b*t*hes been close friends
Seems like I?m always in close friends
I shot my shot then I got a call
They telling me I?m in her close friends
I got the call from her close friend
Whole time I?m f**king her close friend
I?m so tired of these close friends

They say a shooter shoot
Slick on her waist like hula hoop
She do whatever I say, that's what the henny and hookah do
The hookah do, uh, that?s my jigga boo
The hookah do, that?s what the henny and hookah do
I really had sh*t to sell
Anything under a 8th shouldn?t hit the scale
I f**k that b*t*h, and you f**k that b*t*h too
This sh*t between us, we don?t kiss and tell
Had a little run with a b*t*h, I took it and learned
No feelings, I wish her well
I can tell she got a yeast
She got out the shower, came out and it still had a smell
Shoutout my guy, he the filmer
We got sh*t in the tuck ready for winter
She getting too hot, simmer
She in the way like a blister
Touching the floor like it?s twister
Don?t say my name, call me mister
F**k on that b*t*h in November
By December I?m f**king her sister
Strapping up with the latex, I do not want to get that late text
I rather hit that b*t*h raw dog
I do not f**k wit the safe sex
I do not f**k wit the safe sex
Life on the line, my n***a, I take bets
Walk out the crib feeling different
Now everybody want a picture
She get 3 stripes like a pitcher
After that, Imma dismiss her
If it?s good, she get more than 40
Sh*t I might as well tip her
After this we are not chilling
You can go back to your n***a
Bye bye you can go back to your n***a
It's payday fellas
I said it's f**king payday, motherf**kers

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