Friends
Oh she back oh she back
You don't look the way I saw you
The way you walk, the way you talk
You used to smile when I saw you
Oh she back oh she back
You don't look the way I saw you
The way you walk, the way you talk
You used to smile when I saw you
Lately I been out my body
It walk while I closely follow
And oh she back, oh she back when I'm hollow
I wish her laugh, wish laugh I could borrow
I get crafty on this bitch
Yeah I get crafty on this bitch
Check the stock right on this bitch
We get the stock high on this bitch
Lock your doors right on this bitch
We locking doors right on this bitch
Drop the briefcase on this bitch
Drop the court right on this bitch
Drop my business on this bitch
Yeah drop some karma on this bitch
Drop some trauma on this bitch
Yeah drop some drama on this bitch
Drop the act around this bitch
Yeah let me pass around this bitch
Put a collar on this bitch
Watch her barking loud and shit
Why talking shit like you ain't never been? (hol up, ay)
Why you tryna hide yo face behind a screen? (hol up, ay)
Why you tryna blame me for some shit you did? (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends the stupid shit you said to me (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends the times I let you vent to me (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends the shit you did to get to me (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends how long you hid that shit from me (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends the truth, not what you die hear
You don't look the way I saw you
The way you walk, the way you talk
You used to smile when I saw you
Oh she back oh she back
You don't look the way I saw you
The way you walk, the way you talk
You used to smile when I saw you
Lately I been out my body
It walk while I closely follow
And oh she back, oh she back when I'm hollow
I wish her laugh, wish laugh I could borrow
I get crafty on this bitch
Yeah I get crafty on this bitch
Check the stock right on this bitch
We get the stock high on this bitch
Lock your doors right on this bitch
We locking doors right on this bitch
Drop the briefcase on this bitch
Drop the court right on this bitch
Drop my business on this bitch
Yeah drop some karma on this bitch
Drop some trauma on this bitch
Yeah drop some drama on this bitch
Drop the act around this bitch
Yeah let me pass around this bitch
Put a collar on this bitch
Watch her barking loud and shit
Why talking shit like you ain't never been? (hol up, ay)
Why you tryna hide yo face behind a screen? (hol up, ay)
Why you tryna blame me for some shit you did? (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends the stupid shit you said to me (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends the times I let you vent to me (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends the shit you did to get to me (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends how long you hid that shit from me (hol up, ay)
Tell yo friends the truth, not what you die hear
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Montiel
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