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Tytuł: Cut friends

  • Wykonawca: Camouflage
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[Camoflauge]
   Say it ain't
   Come here lil' ma, come here
   What ya name, eh
   (I got a man)
   You got a man
   Oh, your name 'You Got A Man'
   Aight, I'm Camoflauge
   Yea, I'm Camoflauge
   I don.., I don't wanna be your man
   I, I, I just wanna be your friend, yea
  
   [Verse 1]
   Say it ain't, lil' mama what's yo' name and shhh...
   I'ma get straight to the point, I ain't wit no games and shhh...
   I wanna be your friend
   You gots a baby and a bin
   Hit a playa up, I come through on ya and slide in
   Oh, ya got a man
   Well that's cool, I ain't tryna be that
   Cut friends, you never been with me and you could be that
   I ain't kissin' and tellin' like yellin'
   Baby we can keep it on the down low
   You down with what I'm down for
   Late night creepin', yo' man won't even suspect you cheatin'
   And if I see you in the streets I ain't lookin' or speakin'
   But when we meetin' we freakin' and thats fo' sho'
   Oh, and we can keep it on the low
   Ain't nobody gots to know
   Tell ya daddy that 'cha goin' out wit'cha homegirl
   Cuz tonight me and you gone get up in our own world
   Get a suite, blow on a sweet, tear up the sheets
   And if ya wanna, we can do this here again next week
  
   [Hook] 4x
   Let's be, cut friends (cut friends)
   You and I (on the low)
   La-da-da (creepin', cheatin')
   (Can we play tonight?)
  
   [Verse 2]
   Miss Hottie Mama what's happenin' (Ain't you..)
   Yea I be rappin'
   How 'bout you forget all that yappin'
   And put yo' number on the napkin, and let me call you
   Ecstasy swishers, sweet alcohol ya if the *err* right
   The *urssy* tight, baby I'll stall you
   (Oh, I got a man)
   That's cool, I see his name tattooed on ya *erry*
   Here go my beeper number, just hit me
   And we can roll out, get Dro'ed out, get a pode out
   Two old fold real don't nobody gotta know about
   Park yo' Honda on my parkin' lot in front of the sto'
   Jump in with me, hit the highway, to the room we go
   Oh, no, I need to get a box of (rubbers)
   So I can, get that (throat), then jump in the covers
   Shower up and drop you off, so you can get with your lover
   Call me up later baby girl, when you ready to cut again
   Hit the (weed), smash off in the whip
   Hey, lil' mama let's play
  
   [Hook] 4x
  
   [Verse 3]
   Baby girl can we kick it, I'm sorry if I'm too explicit
   It's just that you without no clothes on got me dizzy
   I like yo' size, the look in yo' eyes
   That thing between yo' thighs, can I push inside?
   Do you wanna roll wit me, hit out the Mo' wit me
   Freak, from the bed to the flo' wit me, but no hickeys
   Forget ya man, you with a player tonight
   We can pop a couple of bottles, just to make it right
   And after that, I'ma try an break your back, get'cha from the back
   Make you feel it in ya stomach, ask you 'How ya luv that'
   Me and you ducked off, gettin' our (nuts) off
   Cut off ya cellular phone, girl let's get lost
  
   [Hook] 8x
  
   Let's be lada-da
   Lada-dada-da-da
   Lada-da
   Lada-dada-da-da [4x]
  
   Da da, lada-dada-da-da [4x]
   Lada-da [3x]
   Lada-dada-dada-da-da
  
   Cut friends, cut friends...