Fuck a Friend - La Millione IV

Aye whoever the last nigga you was dealing with You can tell him it's over with Diggin yo vibe I'm Jacquees (Nash B chilling) Yeah I know you Dej Loaf I know you fly, fresh Know I was dying just to see you It was the end of 2014 Just signed a deal with Cash Money This way before I had the Matte Jeep I heard this record called "Try Me" I downloaded "Sell Sole" Yeah I was fucking with ya mixtape Me, Hennessy, & U Thinking how many shots would you take QueMix 2 put it on my tape 2015 caught you in valet All black dress I'm thinking no way Short brown lady yeah this is my taste So I take a shot I wanna meet Dej She say I play your songs everyday Took a picture put it on my page I think she feeling me and my wave I used to watch you on Youtube, eh So when I met you it's like I knew you God Damn, God Damn, he done blew Ain't that shit a blessing why God choose us If I had to choose I would choose you Lil Dej I'm just looking for a cupid God Damn, it's amazing Dreads wasn't long and you had braces I know you heard the rumors Talking like I'm taken But it ain't nothing that can't be replaced yeah Look at how time flies, by Wanna be yours and you wanna be mine So why we wasting all this time You done went from tomboy to a dime I think we a make it Fuck what they saying Music love making Yeah you've been patient Why we keep playing Why, why we keep playing Dej Loaf I just wanted to sing your name He said fuck a friend zone Got him on his best behavior How you do that He said fuck em He said fuck a friend zone Got him on his best behavior How you do that

Mi polvito fijo No se ni como no te e hecho un hijo (Yeh) Dándote queso y pasta te tengo gasta' (Yeeh) She's my fuck friend Las emociones clara no nos podemos envolver Que bien la pasamos siempre mi lady Pero veo que los feelings están cambiando lately Montándome conversaciones after sex Cada vez llegan mas frecuentes tus text Buscándome mas la vuelta Ultimamente no me sueltas Y me pregunta que si la amo yo siempre le pitcheo I love that ass mami sin mucho rodeo Yo amo cuando chingamos y cuando desnuda te veo No siento amor yo lo que siento es deseo Me pregunta que si la amo yo siempre le pitcheo I love that ass mami sin mucho rodeo Yo amo cuando chingamos y cuando desnuda te veo No siento amor yo lo que siento es deseo Está clara que somos amigos Pero ella dice que se siente mi mujer Cumple sus fantasías conmigo Escasez de amor y abundancia de placer (Uuh) Tengo ganas de ti mami que tal si le frenas Y gasto en ti to' lo que facturé en la quincena I blow a bag on you pa que los explotes en cadena Mami I don't love you pero sabes que eres la nena Tu eres Mi polvito fijo No se como no te hecho un hijo Dándote queso y pasta te tengo gasta' (Yeeh eeh) Y me pregunta que si la amo yo siempre le pitcheo I love that ass mami sin mucho rodeo Yo amo cuando chingamos y cuando desnuda te veo No siento amor yo lo que siento es deseo Me pregunta que si la amo yo siempre le pitcheo I love that ass mami sin mucho rodeo Yo amo cuando chingamos y cuando desnuda te veo No siento amor yo lo que siento es deseo Me montas conversaciones after sex Cada vez llegan mas frecuentes tus text Buscándome mas la vuelta Ultimamente no me sueltas (Yee eeh) (Dr. Ernest) (The black beard) (Barba, Barba Negra el pequeño barbudo oite) (MRA)

You and me, we go way back You knew me when I drove that grey Zion TC We lived in that backseat Yeah You were always there when There was drama with my parents We were dreaming about marriage When we turn 22 A honeymoon in Paris I've seen you naked And you've seen me cry I know you blink twice when you tell a lie And I don't know what happened And now I gotta ask when I wanna know where you've been But now you're just a friend of friend Someone who I used to know Know every little thing about Baby we were so damn close But we ain't even talking now I used to be your momma's favourite You used to be my everything I never thought that I'd ever say Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) We don't speak, we're so distant Only see you at Christmas candlelight service And I get so nervous Why? It ain't like you're a stranger I don't follow you to follow me I just still look at your pictures You took down every one I was in Now you're just a friend of a friend Someone who I used to know Know every little thing about Baby we were so damn close But we ain't even talking now I used to be your momma's favourite You used to be my everything I never thought that I'd ever say (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Someone who I used to know Know every little thing about Baby we were so damn close But we ain't even talking now I used to be your momma's favourite You used to be my everything I never thought that I'd ever say Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend (Instrumental) Now you're just a friend of a friend

I can go anywhere that I want I just got to turn myself inside out and back to front With cut-out shapes and worn-out spaces Add some sparkles to create the right effect And they're all smiling, so I guess I'll stay At least 'til the disappointed have eaten themselves away Buried from the waist down Stop looking over our shoulder All the window balconies, they seem so flimsy As our friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun I guess I believe in an altered state Where they leave their windows and their doors open wide Here, the telephone lines are always busy Unable to give a reason or a straight answer Buried from the waist down Stop looking over our shoulder We need to get it together From our window balconies, we take a tumble As our friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of sun All of that money, where did it go? Where did it go? In somebody's pocket, a friend of a friend All the loose change, loose change