B.Y.F (Bring Yo Friends) (feat. Courtney Bell & Sean Ev)

Yeah, wanna be my slut, let me feel your touch
Give you a lil' rush or somethin', lil' bit of that late night

Beach side, yeah, we eatin' at Geoffrey's
Matcha tea with a lil' bit of coffee
Webbie gon' put you on game for sure
Spend the night bag, three days of clothes
We can watch us, your favorite show

Tuh, ass mixed with a cold view
First class, overseas, or the cruise
Close friends, you know what to do

She wanna fuck on a real nigga
She wanna see if it feel different

Know that them lames is lil' niggas
Know that that money get your attention
Spend a lil' time with you
Rubbin' your body all night

When we fuckin' lil' baby and I catch a vibe with you
Them hunnids is fresh and they new
You wanna go four door coupe
While I back in at the view

While you hangin' out of the roof
While we fuckin' bitches in two's

Yeah, can you bring your friend
With a cold lil' figure
And you know I get straight to business
And you know I be late night trippin

Tuh, baby bring your friends
Let me call my niggas
Tuh, baby bring your friends
Let me call my niggas

Yeah, real nigga I'm what I'm seemin
Let's go on a field trip to Neiman's

Shark boots to the knee in season
I'm the type fuck up your breathing
Bad bitch, that's how I treat you
Your body language, start speakin

Cover to cover, I read you
I won't tell nobody your secrets
Yeah, tell me what turn you on
Baby, can I call you Rose

Sapiosexual
When I pop that shit, get you in that mode
Yeah, put away your phone
Touch your mind, get you out your soul

Yeah, now come out them clothes
I get in your ear and I make you explode

Can you bring your friend
With a cold lil' figure
And you know I get straight to business
And you know I be late night trippin

Tuh, baby bring your friends
Let me call my niggas
Tuh, baby bring your friends
Let me call my niggas

Ayy, lil' baby a boss
She wire the money and stash in the vault

That pussy so wet and it's fresh
She like to leave all her mess
She hate when she missin' my text
Know that she miss my call

She miss when I'm all in her walls
Makin' it clap like applause

Tuh, you can put your rose up
We can take a lil' pic, yeah, close up

Tuh, French tips for the toes, huh, look
Champagne, we can toast up
Tuh, got it crackin the back of the Rove truck
Turn a good girl to a whole slut
Seen her look in her eyes when she pulled up

Can you bring your friend
With a cold lil' figure
And you know I get straight to business
And you know I be late night trippin

Tuh, baby bring your friends
Let me call my niggas
Tuh, baby bring your friends
Let me call my niggas



Credits
Writer(s): Branden Webb, Unknown Composer, Claydough
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