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Mo3 - Everybody(Lyrics) Do you like our videos? Suggest us which song you would like to know the lyrics! We will happy to mention you in the next video :) LYRICS Why the fuck these wanna go against the grain Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name Ay.. True story Oo I know some niggas who hurt me (they hurt me) A couple bitches who hurt me (they hurt me) The jury don’t want me to make it (make it) The DA I know that he working (oh he working) Prosecutors wanna hound me (what) I hope they don’t do me dirty (do me dirty) This 40 i got that bitch dirty (bow) Shoota on go, he shoot perfect (what) I gotta hunnid on me (on me) The devil write me in my sleep (oh he do) I break a bitch in a week, lil bitch i’m not what you think (yeah) I stood in the field with my Hittas, i kept that rocket on me ( i do) Hate that i had to get rid of my niggas, i heard they was plottin on me (oh it’s true) For the love of money, my homies they turned they backs Same niggas that still owe me on the pack say they got jake me My closest friends, i knew since we were kids, say they gone whack me But ian lien, i’m slanging nine &‘ bitch they know that, so get at me Everybody ain’t your friend Everybody ain’t your partna Everybody ain’t no real nigga, if i say i got you When it’s fucked up, get’s fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &’ when you not around, i protect your name i won’t let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain’t your friend Everybody ain’t your partna Everybody ain’t no real nigga, if i say i got you When it’s fucked up, get’s fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &‘ when you not around, i protect your name i won’t let a nigga talk about you I would’ve killed for you niggas (niggas) Now i can’t deal with you niggas (i can’t) Talking to the grim reaper Finna get rid of you niggas ( uh) So sick of these niggas (i am) Claiming they hittas and killas (they not) Showing out for them bitches Flexing on Instagram pictures ( you ah dub) Putting on my life on my momma we gone be straight (yeah yeah) My partna looked me in my face before i took that case (and what he do) Then the niggas turned snake Other homie turned snake (he pussy) But i kept it real with these niggas How could they do me that way (yeah) I was broke den a bitch, so i’m hustling I’m on my grind yeah (i’m on my grind yeah) Worked my way up to a quarter pound, selling dime bags ( dime bags) Spent 250 for these sheeps (sheeps) This thunder coock em, he in the leaps My niggas hit me for some zips (he did) Shouldn’t showed him where it is (fuck) Everybody ain’t your friend Everybody ain’t your partna Everybody ain’t no real nigga, if i say i got you When it’s fucked up, get’s fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &’ when you not around, i protect your name i won’t let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain’t your friend Everybody ain’t your partna Everybody ain’t no real nigga, if i say i got you When it’s fucked up, get’s fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &‘ when you not around, i protect your name i won’t let a nigga talk about you Have you ever gave your last 20 dollars to a nigga that you love And that same nigga you call partna talk about you, drag your name thru the mud Please, remember to subscribe! Thank you. #everybody #mo3 #lyrics