Fuck Your Friend (feat. TRAQULA) - Shotgun Willy & TRAQULA

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

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