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"She Got a Friend" is a track by Gucci Mane, from the album Writing On The Wall, released 15th May 2009. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Take it, FATBOI [Chorus: Gucci Mane] She got a friend, she got a friend He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is I can be your friend, I can be your friend Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is I can be your friend, I can be your friend Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend Babygirl, get in [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] 911 emergency, drop top Benz is burgundy Your girl have just been stolen from you, call that shit a burglary Hard top Lambo' earlier, drop to Beamer later, though Chevy 'Vette with stupid feet, got your wifey buckin’, see Stupid crib, it’s stupid big, Gucci Mane, that's how I live So Icey is what I am, but he is not who he say he is Think a minute, baby, I get money every single minute Even when I'm sleepin', money climbin', creepin', makin' entrance Said she got a boyfriend, but he ain't the kid tho Neck cold, wrist cold, diamonds in my earlobe Don P for breakfast, Rozay for lunch Cristal for dinner, appetizer, thirty blunts [Chorus: Gucci Mane] She got a friend, she got a friend He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is I can be your friend, I can be your friend Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is I can be your friend, I can be your friend Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend Babygirl, get in [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] That's how I'm on it, hatin', I don't condone it I don't want to keep your girl, I just borrowed her for a moment Bitch, tell your man I'll blam him with this damn hammer Fly, Soulja Boy, Gucci bandana Santana I'm not attached to that, you can have her back But after this, she probably don't want go back to that Splashy flashy, I'm ballin' like a athlete Belly phantom Corvette, that just get them all wet All white flee of cars, lookin' so classy Comin' through lookin' like I just got married Black, white, all races, I just like 'em nasty She's Indian? Ok, well, I fuck her like an Apache [Chorus: Gucci Mane] She got a friend, she got a friend He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is I can be your friend, I can be your friend Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is I can be your friend, I can be your friend Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend Babygirl, get in
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