Not My Friend - DubzZero

Well, no one told me about her The way she lied Well, no one told me about her How many people cried But it's too late to say you're sorry How could I know, why should I care? Please don't bother trying to find her She's not there Oh, let me tell you about the way she looked The way she acts and the color of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she's not there Well, no one told me about her What could I do? Well, no one told me about her Though they all knew But it's too late to say you're sorry How could know, why should I care? Please don't bother trying to find her She's not there Well, let me tell you about the way she looked The way she acts and the color of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she's not there But it's too late to say you're sorry How would I know, why should I care? Please don't bother trying to find her She's not there Oh, let me tell you about the way she looked The way she acts and the color of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she's not there

(Okay, TK) Uh, uh, uh, yeah Yeah, uh, uh, uh Yeah, uh, Top Yeah Tell her, "Pull up to the show" I know she gon' fuck for sure Huh, she probably gon' fuck my bro Huh, I buy out all the stores And I buy out all the clothes For to put that shit on in front of her friends Babygirl, you're not my friend (Huh) Babygirl, let's make ends I'm not finna shake yo' hand I just wanna beat yo' back in My styrofoam double Rick Owen my jacket They both off of Codeine She wanna get on it You know that I'm focused I get that ho loaded I got Wok', I got trish Gotta know that's my bitch, I promote her Added up 'round this bitch, fucked the total Do the dash in this bitch, blow the motor I jump out with that stick, toe to toe From the back with that ho, I'm a soldier I'm not givin' up none of my money I'm not lettin' none of them fuck me over I been runnin' up hundreds up, mama I ain't never forgot that I owe you (Yeah) Come from bad to doin' good It ain't perfect but understood I got to be thankful for that blessin' Designer clothes Now, I got the finest hoes Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls I might as well send the bitch roses Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses" Yeah (Ah) I say, "I might as well buy this bitch roses" Told the management send a bitch roses, wherever she was Come in that red, that's blood You know that my Five, lil' nigga, do not call me, "Cuz" Don't try me and fuck up my buzz I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with a bag I fuck that bag up with that girl Can't never go sad Pop out with that Glock on they ass I know that you're lovin' me, girl Uh, yeah Know that you're lovin', know that you're lovin' me, girl Know that you love me, know that you love me I know that you're lovin' me, girl Uh-uh, oh, oh She'll do it right now on these seats, yeah She want Chanel and CC, yeah She want it now, uh To all the niggas I meet, yeah Never gon' tell what you see, man Know that that type of shit turnin' out bad Girl, you're too bad Hardbody, Patek They disrespectin', we ain't goin' for that And you know you call me then I'm runnin' for that Hope inside that girl I'm wishin' a well Roxanne on my mattress and I'm feelin' my jacket I'm exposin' this shit and these niggas gon' steal Nigga, you're cappin', Lil' mama a hottie, she like how I rock it (Uh-uh) Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Kamari