Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends
Girl I'm a fan
Yea I got friends
Yea you got friends
F*ck what you sayin'
Girl you be playin'
You can spend the night
Holiday Inn
Pussy is wet like boat
I think I need me a float
My teeth is white like the coke
She blow a ounce of that smoke
Yea, yea
I be drinking lime-Rita's
I got a new bitch cause her pussy cleaner
Going up like the ceiling yea
Never show these bitches feelings yea
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
I can design
Tell your friends, "better stay in the line"
Futuristic cause I'm so head of time
She can't ride with me cause she not a dime, no she not a dime
She moving slow
Smoke that dope that why she moving slow
Like a chip I am Little Nacho
Fresh as f*ck yea that from head to toe, that's from head to toe yea
All of your friends they stay fresh with the luxury things
I'm blingin' blingin' blingin' me and my team
We come around with the BAPE and Supreme
And I guess Celine yea
Leave me alone bitch
You taking too long I'm gone bitch
Never where cologne bitch
Bet you come out your thong bih, oou
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends.
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Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends
Girl I'm a fan
Yea I got friends
Yea you got friends
F*ck what you sayin'
Girl you be playin'
You can spend the night
Holiday Inn
Pussy is wet like boat
I think I need me a float
My teeth is white like the coke
She blow a ounce of that smoke
Yea, yea
I be drinking lime-Rita's
I got a new bitch cause her pussy cleaner
Going up like the ceiling yea
Never show these bitches feelings yea
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
I can design
Tell your friends, "better stay in the line"
Futuristic cause I'm so head of time
She can't ride with me cause she not a dime, no she not a dime
She moving slow
Smoke that dope that why she moving slow
Like a chip I am Little Nacho
Fresh as f*ck yea that from head to toe, that's from head to toe yea
All of your friends they stay fresh with the luxury things
I'm blingin' blingin' blingin' me and my team
We come around with the BAPE and Supreme
And I guess Celine yea
Leave me alone bitch
You taking too long I'm gone bitch
Never where cologne bitch
Bet you come out your thong bih, oou
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends.
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends
Girl I'm a fan
Yea I got friends
Yea you got friends
F*ck what you sayin'
Girl you be playin'
You can spend the night
Holiday Inn
Pussy is wet like boat
I think I need me a float
My teeth is white like the coke
She blow a ounce of that smoke
Yea, yea
I be drinking lime-Rita's
I got a new bitch cause her pussy cleaner
Going up like the ceiling yea
Never show these bitches feelings yea
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
I can design
Tell your friends, "better stay in the line"
Futuristic cause I'm so head of time
She can't ride with me cause she not a dime, no she not a dime
She moving slow
Smoke that dope that why she moving slow
Like a chip I am Little Nacho
Fresh as f*ck yea that from head to toe, that's from head to toe yea
All of your friends they stay fresh with the luxury things
I'm blingin' blingin' blingin' me and my team
We come around with the BAPE and Supreme
And I guess Celine yea
Leave me alone bitch
You taking too long I'm gone bitch
Never where cologne bitch
Bet you come out your thong bih, oou
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends
Where are your friends, Where are your friends.
Writer: Boris Coleman, Natorius Simon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid