paroles de chanson Best Friend - Mooce

Ay yo, Leaf, man
You ever had a chick put you on the friend zone, bro

Man, that friend zone shit crazy
We don't do that

I don't know if that's for me or for you
Yes, sir

This is it Mani
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Alright
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Ain't trying to be your best friend, shorty
Uh

You probably standing up naked watching Netflix
Thinking about calling me to tell me about the next bitch

Then I'ma answer, I'ma tell you what you tripping for
Then you gon' hit me with that I am not them other hoes

So let me make it clear, I'm talking about that gray area
We are not official, therefore I'm dating various

So don't be calling, trying to argue like we fucking married
She wanna punch me in the mouth, Mike Singletary

Just trying to live life, trying to live like Larry
The fruits of my labor like them red strawberries

I ain't lying, used to fuck with shorty named Carrie
She was fine like wine, yellow like canary

Something serious, I got to thanking her creator
Dimples so deep, looking like moon craters

And then we got Brianna, she like marijuana
Smoked it all day and night, eyes Tijuana

She was cool when we kicked it, it was straight vibes
She got to thinking I'm a hoe because I like the vibe

Steady sitting up, thinking about my damn life
If life had a book, I probably would've read it twice

I've been hooping with the homies, clearing out my head
I'm trying to be up, so I don't go to bed

And if your man's got a problem, he could pick his casket
He's a rat, but I'ma still bring an Easter basket

Looked the rodent in his eyes on his deathbed
Then tell jokes at his funeral, I'm fucking dead

Had to put it on shorty, got her like a fiend
I'm on a treadmill late trying to chase my dreams

She claiming she ain't needy, I know that's a lie indeed
She say she want to grow together, I am not a tree

Grew out of games and I grew out all the baby fat
Shit, my pockets on swole, I need a ice pack

GPS the road to riches, I hope it don't reroute
Made nigga need to clean out house

I'm finna dig out your spouse
When he come home, then I creep out like a mouse
I was gone, he ain't hear not a sound, that's moose