Fan of a friend Lyrics

My homie body, bout what we getting us

Bank all gone, where we going next

I wanna ride, kill your mood if you die

My homie bought whip, but where we getting gas

Bank card got no limit, so where we going next

Mash op the place when we pull up on pan de space

If dza to wesa rido vhuya next day fire all around with dem tings dat me blaze

My homie bought whip, but where we getting gas

Bank card got no limit, so where we going next

Mash op the place when we pull up on pan de space

If dza to wesa rido vhuya next day fire all around with dem tings dat me blaze

Weed inna me chalice inna morning while em bat in mind dem dey be yawning

Uri ṅwali vho ri tonda a vha zwivhoni

Dem na know that jealousy is a coward

If man got unity, jealousy gon run off my homie bought whip, so I pull up with some

Gas He said he need some weed, so we pull up with

A bag He said he need a loan and he's gonna pay

Me back He never pay me back

Bra you

Right back

Smoke some weed, get faded let's go wild, get faded

Turn up with the gang, gang, gang call out all the gang, gang, gang

My homie bought whip, but where we getting gas

Bank card got no limit, so where we going next

Mash op the place when we pull up on pan de space

If dza to wesa rido vhuya next day fire all around with dem tings dat me blaze

My homie bought whip, but where we getting gas

Bank card got no limit, so where we going next

Mash op the place when we pull up on pan de space

If dza to wesa rido vhuya next day fire all around with dem tings dat me blaze