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Jim Jones - Текст песни Frenemies
This shit is fucked up 'cause some niggas call it tough love
 It's crazy 'cause you might know a nigga all your life
 And he got a twisted alterier motive
 And he just wanna see you do bad
 See a smile on your face all day
 So he just acting like your friend when he is really your enemy
 Or your best friend can become your enemy
 Through the, through the the jealousy so we call those frienemies
 Knew him since a child, played cops and robbers
 My best partner grew up to be monsters
 Stayed in my crib, ate out my fridge
 We was on a grind, even wore the same clothes
 My brother, fucked the same hoes
 His beef was mine, even had the same foe
 We was inseparable, joined at the hip
 I let you get the checks, I kept the joints on the hit
 And what happened, the sneaky hating
 Niggas in your ear and a plan deviating
 Snakes in the grass just waiting for the moment
 Niggaz on your team and they're really your opponent
 Play the game and you know goes booments
 Mama said friends come by the dozen
 Know I'm feeling for their guns when I hug em'
 I hate them from a close, from a distance I could love em'
 Frienemies, frienemies
 The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most
 Frienemies
 You know who you kiss, you know who you lift
 This shit is getting scary
 Frenemies, frienemies
 The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it
 Frienemies
 You can smell the danger
 Over the money best friends become strangers
 Bailed you out of jail, wait, let me backtrack
 First you came home then I got your ass a deal
 Fresh out the can, signed a quarter mill
 Running through the paper, buying copes and popping pills
 Money got low, you started acting ill
 You grew desperation, once again you got nailed
 Someone got killed, conspiracy
 And even still I bailed you out of jail
 Without me you would be facing in a pale
 But who knew dis, you would be Judas
 But in the process flew you in the world
 Put diamonds on your neck like you was my little girl
 Put money in your pocket like you was my son Su
 Food in your stomach like you was my son PoohJim Jones - Frenemies - http://ru.motolyrics.com/jim-jones/frenemies-lyrics.html
 The streets talk, heard you partnered Tru
 Now you talkin' shit like you really wanna do it
 A will-wack the type that deceive you
 Your mama should have told you never bite the hand that feed you
 Caught me off guard, I met you through my man
 I let my guards down and accepted you as fam
 Told you get a chair, let you eat at the table
 Never thought that he would be ungrateful
 But guess what, I own the pub and the label
 So if a nigga feeling itchy, I got killers on the paper
 Frienemies, frienemies
 The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most
 Frienemies
 You know who you kiss, you know who you lift
 This shit is getting scary
 Frenemies, frienemies
 The ones you kept secret, you had plans to make it
 Frienemies
 You can smell the danger
 Over the money best friends become strangers
 Hope y'all paying attention, keep y'all eyes open
 Hope I ain't wasting my breathe
 About this shit that I'm talking about 'cause it's so real
 You gotta watch these niggas around you
 'Cause you never know whose who now a days
 And all of our love we be showing
 They might not be showing the same type of love back
 Matter of fact they might not be in there for your best interest
 See an alterier motive is hard to see when
 You've known a person for so long
 Or you've became a custom to their ways
 But you gotta stay on fifty, you gotta stay on fifty
 'Cause you got some people that think like
 If niggas is moving fast like that then karma will get em'
 But sometimes karma don't come around fast enough
 To handle the situation
 But sometimes for us to learn a lesson we go way to far
 Then the consequences become way too heavy
 That's what I'm trying to let learn from experience
 And please don't be naive to the fact that the nigga next to you
 Could be the nigga that set you up for failure or even kill you
 You know how the game go and you gotta watch these bitches
 These trifilling bitches, man, they set you up for failure too
 You know, they're in there for the money, man, gold digging bitches
 It's a fucked up world but you probably won't even get a chance
 You know, might put you up in a gang
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