LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFried (She a Vibe) (With Metro Boomin)
Yeah, I'm friedYeah, I'm friedYeah, I'm friedYeahYeah, I'm friedYeahYeah, I'm friedYeah, I'm friedI just blew a check in the strip club on a WednesdayShe ain't goin', then I'ma ask her what her friend sayYeah, I'm friedYeah, I'm friedYeah, I'm friedI'm still high from the night beforeand I popped another oneDo you roll, roll, roll, like the stone?Do you got more than two or three phones?Do you?I'm friеd, yes, friedI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, shе a vibeI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibeI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibeI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shortyHold a nigga down and she tote my Glock 40Bust her down, ice her out just like my artistsEvery time we link, it's like we throwin' a private partyYeah, yeah, walk inside the strip clubI'm just a walkin' bankrollI don't want my old hoes 'cause them hoes all oldLookin' for that young shit, twenty-fourBaby have buns, shit, I'm bendin' it overBig pimpin', rockin' with her like I'm Dame DashShe waitressin' at Starlets, ain't too many I ain't hadShe Spanish, she can't call me"Papi, " I make her call me, "Dad"Her panties off, she come through every time when I smashShe ain't try to charge, but anyway, I gave her a lil' cashI'm poppin' it off, I'm tryna make her ex-nigga madLeaned up, just took two pills, damn, a nigga throwedUnderhand, overhand, the money gettin' blowedYeah, I'm friedYeah, I'm friedI just blew a check in the strip club on a WednesdayI don't care if she ain't goin'then ask her what her friend sayI bet she say, "Comprende"Yeah, yeah, friedYeah, I'm friedI fuck with shorty 'cause shorty is a vibeRightTo my left and my rightAnd my frontI got blunts and I love puttin' on stunts, uh, yeahTake a shot every day, we gon' get high every dayTold my girl I been cuttin' off shortywouldn't hit her anywaySame day, any way, then had to make sure she sign an NDAPretty girls all across the world, they know senseiThis mud got my mind gonedifferent tax bracket, different time zoneDrink out the Styrofoambut I ain't never been this high thoughI just got my roll on, I ain't popped like this in so longI just like to vibe on her, went plain jane, two-toneTook a couple uppers, downers, mixed 'em up togetherRunnin' through this money like it's never felt betterI just went to Cleef and bought the store from overseasShorty got me blowin' money fast like MeechI'm fried, yes, friedI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibeI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibeI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibeI'm fried, yes, friedI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibeI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibeI'm fucked up 'bout lil' shorty, she a vibeYou know, we the best in the businessWhy you think I mean when I say that?What the fuck you think I mean when I say that, man?We the best in the businessThere is no competition for us, man
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