Clyde Carson
Bring All Your Friends
[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
Boy amazed, got my [?]
Before my time, I was ahead of 'em
Rich enough, I could just put my lights out (aha)
But I can't lie, n***a, love the game
Poppin' [?], like a yellow [?]
Without even tryin', I'm still insane (still it)
Ey, doze at the light
Smoke weed, cook healthy, yeah, that's my type
Cute face, fat a**, yeah, that's my ride
Another party at the crib, yeah, that's my life (ooh)
Clap in my hands in the boxes
Standin' on the couch in my Nikes
I guess I'm just born to live the sh*t
Another check showin' off my penmanship
Got a studio session from ten to six
And you can come, too, baby, bring all your friends

[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah)
Bring all your friends (bring 'em, bring 'em)
Bring all your friends (you can bring 'em)
Bring all your friends
You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends
(I…)

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Baby diggin' the [?] when I let it spill
Baby thinkin' I'm hella famous, what a deal
Suck your face, use the thing, you b*t*hes know the drill
Whole squad [?] Pokemon on the [?]
Make sure you bring your partner with you, no for real
I prolly won't hit on it, but lil' homie will
F**k you with my clothes on, 'cause I know you still (b*t*h!)
Baby go bananas when she on a pill (b*t*h!)
Even on them pyjamas, they don't think it's ill
Solid b*t*hes, they don't do the kiss [?]
Brought up another cup and then I let her ill
Mad swag on the day before I went to jail
[?] law-abiding, this sh*t is ill
F**king my b*t*h partner and then I let her faint
F**king my b*t*h partner and then I let her faint
But where your other partners at, I'm tryina f**k with them
[Chorus]
Bring all your friends (Bring 'em, bring 'em)
Bring all your friends (Yeah, yeah)
Bring all your friends
You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends

(I…)
Bring all your friends (Yeah)
Bring all your friends (OK, yeah)
Bring all your friends
You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends

[Verse 3: Clyde Carson]
(Yeah, I)
You know Keisha a freak, she don't wanna go
And [?] on ther under [?]
We got molly, we got drank, we got busta roll
When they see the front though, you know they ain't front, no
Hit it twice and they pa**in' it back (yeah)
'Sip some Hyphy, then chasin' with [?] (yeah)
Some from the Bay and some b*t*hes from [?] (yeah)
They ain't with you, then you know where they at
Ey
F**kin' on the couch, we am under them covers
Am I drippin' or these b*t*hes keep touching each other?
I like the way she like that I never her lover
And I prefer a dyke over a wife
So if it's money for some pu**y, that's what we don't like
You wanna come and get it, baby, please don't bite
Every time I see you it's gonna be on sky
And when the night over, y'all goin' to be alright, so
[Chorus]
Bring all your friends (I…, aha)
Bring all your friends (yeah)
Bring all your friends
You can come, too, baby, bring all your friends

(Yeah)
Bring all your friends (yeah)
Bring all your friends (yeah)
Bring all your friends
When you come, too, baby, bring all your friends