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Letra : Sheet Friends
Yeah, yeah
Hoes gon' be hoes so I let 'em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem, we gon' see them (ayy, ayy)
(Get out of here)
On the bros, wouldn't wanna be them
(Get out of there)
Yea yea yea yeah
(Ayy, b*t*h, get out of there)
Yea yea yea yeah
(Gang! Gang gang gang gang gang!)
Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem, we gon’ see them
N***as dissing on the bros, wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes, we send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow, we pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow, you keep playing: The End
She sent me a “XO”, I feel like The Weeknd
No, b*t*h, we don’t go out, we just sheet friends
Nah really, you don’t wanna feel me
When my sentiments hit ceiling, you gon’ wish you ain’t come near me, I done seen it all before
You think you like attachment ‘til I leave your brain in fragments
Have you scattered tryna figure out my patterns as a chore
I hold you close and then I want you away from me
Make you think you with safe with me ‘til you wanna be saved from me
Kisses all over your body, paragraphs for you in the morning
To see if you love me back, polygraphing you every moment
Type to a**ume you cheating if you not texting back
Probably got a ex you still hung up on in your chats
And I won’t even question you, won’t spend the time to lecture you
I’ll text someone telling my affection is up for grabs
I could show remorse, but wouldn’t count on you seeing it
My side will pick a fight with you then I’ll intervene in it
I ain’t wanna f**k her, and truthfully I don’t love her
Just felt that you had another, my Borderline makes me suffer
I can’t live in the moment when I’m still bugged at my past
No matter how good you treat me, you’ll be compared to my last
Cause I seen it don’t matter how long you spent playing Jenga
One thing to poke at and all this sh*t can fall down in a flash
OxyContin got me floating through my problems
Don’t wanna put my burden on you, you can’t solve em
I'm hyper-sensitive, you tell me I’m wrong, I’ll think you attacked me
I been eternally falling, so you can’t catch me
Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem, we gon’ see them
N***as dissing on the bros, wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes, we send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow, we pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow, you keep playing: The End
(Yeah, DD, yea yea yea yeah, 6ix, Rabby)
She sent me a “XO”, I feel like The Weeknd
(Yea yea yea yeah)
No, b*t*h, we don’t go out, we just sheet friends (Woo!)
Greetings, don't got time, I came up from the deep end
Courage built up, yeah, I'm starting to ascend
Keep my business private, I ain't talking penguins
I have no remorse, baby just look at you, what you crying for?
It's getting pitiful, but I ain't got the time
Wondering what happened that made my heart cold as ice
I said she wonders how I feel
Wonders if I'm playing games or what I say is real
Girl got sex appeal
Told her come right over, give her something she can feel
I know how I move, love you, the next day, despise you
Vegeta, my flash game be final
My d**k game gon' f**k up her cycle
Lil' mama bad bro
She keep on running from it, she on her tip-toes
Her friends want it, woah
Told 'em they gotta go
When they took off their clothes, I let them hoes be hoes
Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem, we gon’ see them
N***as dissing on the bros, wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes, we send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow, we pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow, you keep playing: The End
She sent me a “XO”, I feel like The Weeknd
No, b*t*h, we don’t go out, we just sheet friends
We don't go out, we just sheet friends
We don't go out, we just sheet friends
Yeah, Rabby
Hoes gon' be hoes so I let 'em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem, we gon' see them (ayy, ayy)
(Get out of here)
On the bros, wouldn't wanna be them
(Get out of there)
Yea yea yea yeah
(Ayy, b*t*h, get out of there)
Yea yea yea yeah
(Gang! Gang gang gang gang gang!)
Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem, we gon’ see them
N***as dissing on the bros, wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes, we send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow, we pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow, you keep playing: The End
She sent me a “XO”, I feel like The Weeknd
No, b*t*h, we don’t go out, we just sheet friends
Nah really, you don’t wanna feel me
When my sentiments hit ceiling, you gon’ wish you ain’t come near me, I done seen it all before
You think you like attachment ‘til I leave your brain in fragments
Have you scattered tryna figure out my patterns as a chore
I hold you close and then I want you away from me
Make you think you with safe with me ‘til you wanna be saved from me
Kisses all over your body, paragraphs for you in the morning
To see if you love me back, polygraphing you every moment
Type to a**ume you cheating if you not texting back
Probably got a ex you still hung up on in your chats
And I won’t even question you, won’t spend the time to lecture you
I’ll text someone telling my affection is up for grabs
I could show remorse, but wouldn’t count on you seeing it
My side will pick a fight with you then I’ll intervene in it
I ain’t wanna f**k her, and truthfully I don’t love her
Just felt that you had another, my Borderline makes me suffer
I can’t live in the moment when I’m still bugged at my past
No matter how good you treat me, you’ll be compared to my last
Cause I seen it don’t matter how long you spent playing Jenga
One thing to poke at and all this sh*t can fall down in a flash
OxyContin got me floating through my problems
Don’t wanna put my burden on you, you can’t solve em
I'm hyper-sensitive, you tell me I’m wrong, I’ll think you attacked me
I been eternally falling, so you can’t catch me
Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem, we gon’ see them
N***as dissing on the bros, wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes, we send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow, we pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow, you keep playing: The End
(Yeah, DD, yea yea yea yeah, 6ix, Rabby)
She sent me a “XO”, I feel like The Weeknd
(Yea yea yea yeah)
No, b*t*h, we don’t go out, we just sheet friends (Woo!)
Greetings, don't got time, I came up from the deep end
Courage built up, yeah, I'm starting to ascend
Keep my business private, I ain't talking penguins
I have no remorse, baby just look at you, what you crying for?
It's getting pitiful, but I ain't got the time
Wondering what happened that made my heart cold as ice
I said she wonders how I feel
Wonders if I'm playing games or what I say is real
Girl got sex appeal
Told her come right over, give her something she can feel
I know how I move, love you, the next day, despise you
Vegeta, my flash game be final
My d**k game gon' f**k up her cycle
Lil' mama bad bro
She keep on running from it, she on her tip-toes
Her friends want it, woah
Told 'em they gotta go
When they took off their clothes, I let them hoes be hoes
Hoes gon’ be hoes so I let ‘em be them
O's on top of O's, on foenem, we gon’ see them
N***as dissing on the bros, wouldn’t want to be them
Said he smoking on my foes, we send him to meet them
Talking to that pillow, we pop where you sleep then
I tote a Smith, no Willow, you keep playing: The End
She sent me a “XO”, I feel like The Weeknd
No, b*t*h, we don’t go out, we just sheet friends
We don't go out, we just sheet friends
We don't go out, we just sheet friends
Yeah, Rabby
