
Friends Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2020
Lyrics
Fuck it, what's the love
I need your company
I took too long to decide
Now you're someone new
I missed some conversations
Keeping up with me
It ain't my fault that my friends wanna fuck with you
But now I rock designer, all my drugs designer
Swear I keep on thinking about the times we was honest
About the times we was honest, about the times we was honest
Like, ooh, I spin my coupe
I wanna ride, but you stay up on the roof
I cut the top, I chop the roof
I'm sliding through
I hop up on the jet with you, I'm on the loose
And I might shoot a couple texts
Cause I'm really off drugs
And I love it through the rush
But this shit just ain't enough
I took two right off your tongue, and I
I took two right off your tongue, and I
Bad bitch, she don't wanna love me cause I'm average
Savage, I keep couple semis like a savage
I'm popping, goofs oh what you rocking
Styling but
Styling but
Fuck it, what's the love
I need your company
I took too long to decide
Now you're someone new
I missed some conversations
Keeping up with me
It ain't my fault that my friends wanna fuck with you
But now I rock designer, all my drugs designer
Swear I keep on thinking about the times we was honest
About the times we was honest, about the times we was honest
I get too fucked up
What I'm droppin' ain't enough
I need you in my life
But you left me in the dust
I get too stuck up
What I'm droppin' ain't enough
I need you on my side
So far from what I want
I got options
I keep twenty bitches on my watch
Cause I'm rocking, Christian Louboutins
That ain't drop yet
I got options
I keep twenty bitches on my watch
Cause I'm rockin, Christian Louboutins
That ain't drop yet
Fuck it, what's the love
I need your company
I took too long to decide
Now you're someone new
I missed some conversations
Keeping up with me
It ain't my fault that my friends wanna fuck with you
But now I rock designer, all my drugs designer
Swear I keep on thinking about the times we was honest
About the times we was honest, about the times we was honest