Yeh I'm gonna make you wonder if you're my friend Yeh I'm gonna make you wonder if you're my friend Yeh that's the way I choose them, all my friends
, I'm gonna make you wonder if you're my friend Yeah, I'm gonna make you wonder if you're my friend Yeah, that's the way I choose them, all my friends
Traduzione: Texas. So Called Friend.
Yeh I'm gonna make you wonder if you're my friend Yeh I'm gonna make you wonder if you're my friend Yeh that's the way I choose them, all my friends Do
shootin' at the Kennedies Cuz Mitch Bade really ain't no friend of me [Bakarii (Tech N9ne)] To be exact He's a nigga that talk but he really can't back That shit he talks so
sometime She said don't think so honey Boy you should get so lucky Just a little south of my Mason-Dixon tan line This yellow rose of Texas, that's
the next She was a pretty Texas girl The answer to his prayers He called me to tell me he'd fallen in love with her She sang like an angel Loved like a friend
Brandy Now that's a good call Papa cleaner than ya ever saw 929 wit the mirror bro Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up To Texas, get the syrup
Now that's a good call Papa cleaner than ya ever saw 929 wit the mirror bro Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up To Texas, get the syrup wit the
my black cat and my Lexus my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son So
up like the homies down in Texas And tell the truth I ain't the one he tryna mess with So keep it on the down low or whatever you call it Before the
fakeness dominate me Step up in the streets say it's time to pay me Ain't never been a friend of the industry I ain't never been a friend of the gimmicky
