Enemies Lyrics – Prse
Singer: Prse
Title: Enemies
I don’t want that b#tch, she for the team
Saint Laurent, take her on shopping sprees
Boy got shot, he think we enemies—he think he ended me
We leave him dead you’ll see
Put an end up to that b#tch oh yeah
And I’m staying hidden with that camo woa-ah
All my b#tches stay up on camando
Ain’t no trap, this ain’t no bando
This that penthouse where I’m staying on god
P-push up in that Benz
I don’t follow trends
#ss so flat I though your b#tch was trans woa-ah
Cut off all my friends
Blowing smoke up in the wind
Hit that b#tch I’m him
I said hit that b#tch I’m him
I don’t want that b#tch, she for the team
Saint Laurent, take her on shopping sprees
Boy got shot, he think we enemies—he think he ended me
We leave him dead you’ll see
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