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Fri-Ends - Eric Reprid
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Fri-Ends Eric Reprid

Fri-Ends - Eric Reprid
All of my all of my friends
All of my all of my friends (yeah)
All of my all of my friends
All of my

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Bad lil' thing used hold my hand yeah
Dwell inside a room feelin' like I be Stan
Made cold plays 'till I get my bands
How I think it be when the shit begins
Fooked, boy needin' food
Know I'll be straight when I'm bent off the juice
Too blue
My Honda blue
Polo the shoes
Fill up the room
All of my friends
Used to be close
Now where'd they go
God only knows
Out gettin' stoned
Out on they own
We only talk
When liquor involved
Oh yeah
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