't need friends like you We don't need friends like you We don't need friends like you We don't need friends like you Call me a friend but you stab me
don't need friends like you We don't need friends like you We don't need friends like you We don't need friends like you Call me a friend but you stab
Übersetzung: Sick Of It All. Friends Like You.
you as you did to me We don't need friends like you We don't need friends like you We don't need friends like you We don't need friends like you Call
call me a friend but you stab me in the back you pretend we get along it's all just an act you always use people to get what you need you take advantage
you a song everyone will know Everyone will know So here it goes Can you hear me? I write so much and it makes me sick That is all About you Lets
m everywhere You don't be where you say you be, you're never there You actin like you 'bout it, bitch nigga you scared I see your heart beatin, so
Rich" My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch Like, get in get in! You and your friend He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again ALL ABOARD! Bitch
] You know you want me, you probably want to kiss this Act like it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers
bout me and you, they all sick Bitch you had swagger, but mine reinforced it Everything you had lost it [50 Cent:] Man, you should be happy you got rid of that bitch man (You
alright You say, you say this, you say that But you don't mean a damn thing And I'm getting sick of it (getting sick of it) Getting sick of it You said
I fly by But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz Poppin like
I can't make it home I whisper things in ya' ear Like youre near me Wonder if you feel me From far away Or can you hear me It seems to me That ya' jealous
As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me See you got me trapped I'm going crazy this is slavery You act like it's outrageous give me space it won
Locked you up in the pen and gave you 3 to 10 I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends Hoping you well, I know it's hell Doing time in the
at you or should i blame it on your daddy for all the thinds that you do cuz there you go just like a hoe caught in the streets like giving your number
used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down