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I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz Some stay, some go, some days it depends I ain't seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection Where I used to sell sacks, I moved to QP’s And I moved up to packs Now I only take pounds upstate from my personal stash It's a dope deal Only a thousand in cash It's a broke deal Put it in my fake Gucci bag Speeding like a demon with this right in the back of my trunk Got it sealed air tight, but it stink like a skunk Don’t scare it'll make your hair white Square up bitch, I wanna see a fair fight I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz Some stay, some go, some days it depends I ain't seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection What you think? This is not the same thing You are not like me, we are not the same league Tuesday night, I'm eating dinner with porn stars Letras de cancionesMichelin restaurants, three stars, four stars Look at my report card, baby, I'm a workhorse You ain't shit, I'm the friend who will fuck your bitch But don't dip before I roll the spliff Tight like that pussy got gorilla grip I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz Some stay, some go, some days it depends I ain’t seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection From Letras Mania