Lyrics

[Intro: Locco] Friends, how many of us have them? Oh yeah Friends, how many of us have them? Oh-uh, oh-oh [Chorus: Locco] You ain't my wodie, you ain't my round You ain't my thug nigga 'til the end What happened to the friends we coulda been When I was down you ain't even come around (Round) You ain't my wodie, you ain't my round You ain't my thug nigga 'til the end What happened to the friends we coulda been When I was down you ain't even come around (Round) [Verse 1: Quick Bad Azz] Look, look, tryna keep it gutter But friends got me on my numbers Standin' frontin' and you ain't payin' I'ma fuckin' ya stupid mothafucka, always thought that I was playin' Now I gotta cut ya loose and let 'cha roam on the land It's time to be a grown man, I can't hold ya hand Look I had love for ya people I hope they understand I did all I can, when you went to jail, I bent over backwards for ya still ain't I coulda fucked yo' main bitch but I had love for ya If ya got some gangsta shit Lil Quick was quick to bust for ya Kick up dust for ya even put on cuffs for ya I hate to say it but now it's tough love for ya I ain't gone let this money change me You did it to ya self you ain't gotta explain to me (Explain to me) I'm tryna send this message to my ghetto people Neva ever bite the hand that feed ya [Chorus: Locco] You ain't my wodie, you ain't my round You ain't my thug nigga 'til the end What happened to the friends we coulda been When I was down you ain't even come around (Round) You ain't my wodie, you ain't my round You ain't my thug nigga 'til the end What happened to the friends we coulda been When I was down you ain't even come around (Round) [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] Say dawg look, you can't lie I held it down through the thick and thin If I fuck with 'chu I'm like chucky friends 'til the end, ya meals at my house When I think about what happened tears wanna come out I've bent my back and been a hunded with 'cha If ya had pussy problems I used to run it with 'cha Look what greed done a nigga, so many friends in the wind since the money came Can't stand to see me do my thang and that's a fuckin' shame I gave my last, the first time ya asked Momma like this fuckin heart gone get me zipped up in a bodybag Whatever happened to the real G (The real G) Who do life in da pen fo' they let they fuckin' stripes bleed We livin' in the last days, new friends, uh-uh 'Cause badass been betrayed, so treat 'em like slaves Father God punish them For punishin' me, had me thinkin' [?] [Chorus: Locco] You ain't my wodie, you ain't my round You ain't my thug nigga 'til the end What happened to the friends we coulda been When I was down you ain't even come around (Round) You ain't my wodie, you ain't my round You ain't my thug nigga 'til the end What happened to the friends we coulda been When I was down you ain't even come around (Round)