Just Friends
We're just friends, I wouldn't lie
But she gon' let me hit it one time
She gon tell the truth, she don't lie to me
Baby girl, I think I'll keep you on this side
I just put a bitch on my team
I can make a whole crowd scream
Make a song about it and it got a nice ring to it
You ain't heard about it, it's a brand new thing
I can make your girlfriend cry
She been crimping my style, had to tossed her to the side
When I hit the road, she be crying to the sky
She can't find the answers, she keep asking god why
Take it down south like the way the birds fly
Kentucky fried chicken, mashed potatoes on the side
I went so far south, I ain't even change time zones
I can make it right, I don't wait for the right time
Centerfold, she came out a magazine
Kentucky girl, all she wanna do is smoke the gasoline
We been in Miami-Dade County like a tangerine
Creeping through to the night like its Michael Myers' Halloween
Hurry up Or I'll be changing my mind
She gon make me wait, I lose it at the same time
I've been here before like Deja vu a million times
I ain't new to this I've seen the shit a couple times
We're just friends, I wouldn't lie
But she gon' let me hit it one time
She gon tell the truth she don't lie to me
Baby girl, I think that ima keep you on the side
I just put a bitch on my team
I could make a whole crown scream
Make a song about it and it got a nice ring to it
You ain't heard about it, it's a brand new thing
Hold up, baby, I just want to talk to you
I'm breaking necks in the room when I walk through it
I could sing to the pussy, I could talk to it
Meet you at the crib, beat the brakes off of it
Can I hit it in the morning like it's mine
Or if you're gone by the break of dawn that's fine
Champagne in the valley, drinking wine
I just got the addy, made it in the knick of time
If I get a chance to lay her down, Ima stretch that
I just left her baggage for a bag, you can bet that
I just told a hating ass hoe she could get back
I might forgive but I swear I don't forget that
I got love for my homegirls that keep it unconditional
I ain't got to say that I love you, I know you get it though
I can still feel the passion from you, it's invisible
Big dumb gas, twenty eight grams on a digital
We're just friends, I wouldn't lie
But she gon' let me hit it one time
She gon tell the truth she don't lie to me
Baby girl, I think that ima keep you on the side
I just put a bitch on my team
I could make a whole crowd scream
Make a song about it and it got a nice ring to it
You ain't heard about it, it's a brand new thing
But she gon' let me hit it one time
She gon tell the truth, she don't lie to me
Baby girl, I think I'll keep you on this side
I just put a bitch on my team
I can make a whole crowd scream
Make a song about it and it got a nice ring to it
You ain't heard about it, it's a brand new thing
I can make your girlfriend cry
She been crimping my style, had to tossed her to the side
When I hit the road, she be crying to the sky
She can't find the answers, she keep asking god why
Take it down south like the way the birds fly
Kentucky fried chicken, mashed potatoes on the side
I went so far south, I ain't even change time zones
I can make it right, I don't wait for the right time
Centerfold, she came out a magazine
Kentucky girl, all she wanna do is smoke the gasoline
We been in Miami-Dade County like a tangerine
Creeping through to the night like its Michael Myers' Halloween
Hurry up Or I'll be changing my mind
She gon make me wait, I lose it at the same time
I've been here before like Deja vu a million times
I ain't new to this I've seen the shit a couple times
We're just friends, I wouldn't lie
But she gon' let me hit it one time
She gon tell the truth she don't lie to me
Baby girl, I think that ima keep you on the side
I just put a bitch on my team
I could make a whole crown scream
Make a song about it and it got a nice ring to it
You ain't heard about it, it's a brand new thing
Hold up, baby, I just want to talk to you
I'm breaking necks in the room when I walk through it
I could sing to the pussy, I could talk to it
Meet you at the crib, beat the brakes off of it
Can I hit it in the morning like it's mine
Or if you're gone by the break of dawn that's fine
Champagne in the valley, drinking wine
I just got the addy, made it in the knick of time
If I get a chance to lay her down, Ima stretch that
I just left her baggage for a bag, you can bet that
I just told a hating ass hoe she could get back
I might forgive but I swear I don't forget that
I got love for my homegirls that keep it unconditional
I ain't got to say that I love you, I know you get it though
I can still feel the passion from you, it's invisible
Big dumb gas, twenty eight grams on a digital
We're just friends, I wouldn't lie
But she gon' let me hit it one time
She gon tell the truth she don't lie to me
Baby girl, I think that ima keep you on the side
I just put a bitch on my team
I could make a whole crowd scream
Make a song about it and it got a nice ring to it
You ain't heard about it, it's a brand new thing
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Spoon
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