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your friends - kid ziggy & papa luke lyrics

[intro]
h-llo? h-llo?
are you there, bae?
i’m gone, i’m gone
yeah

[verse 1: kid ziggy]
ooh, baby, god d-mn (god d-mn)
who the f-ck is you, baby? uh-uh (ooh)
let me introduce you to the crew, baby, oh, yeah
i think i’m tryna get with you baby
let me shoot a mov’, baby (ooh)
there ain’t been nothin’ to do lately (oh)
i’ve just been actin’ a fool daily (whoo)
i’m wildin’ out with my dudes, baby
chuckin’ deuces on the roof, baby
but now i’m sittin’ here with you
couple shots got me loose, baby
but tell me, do you got a man?
does he have somethin’ to prove, baby? does he?
tell him get gone when i slide through
i’m tryna get dome in the drivethrough (yeah)
i’m gonna puff strong if i like you
and i’ma p-ss it off if i love you
but we will never know if we never try
so what are you afraid of?
but you’re lookin’ so god d-mn fine
i could spend a whole paystub, yeah

[chorus]
girl, take your makeup off (take that sh-t off your face)
and put your seatbelt on (oh)
we’re rollin’ till the sun goes down (till the sun goes down)
yeah, eeh-yeah, yeah
it’s just me, you and your friends, baby
me, you and your friends, me, you and your friends, baby
yeah, me, you and your friends, baby
me, you and your friends, me, you and your—

[verse 2: papa luke]
said, “it’s papa luke, baby” (who the?)
this d-ck ain’t a flute, baby
get you wet as a lagoon, baby
take your b-tch to the booth with me (sheesh)
you can come ride and finesse me
now go and release your confessions
i know you been strugglin’ to text me
but the world doesn’t head its direction
let me breathe down on your chest and caress you
i’m tryna feel all of your stress, bae
so i can relay the blessin’s
pipe on your belly, you’re breathless (sheesh)
d-ck in your mouth like a breath mint
but i had to do it
ten toes down when you came around
yeah, you got mad influenced
aimin’ at you now like my shot off in the crowd
i bet everyone around smellin’ embalmin’ fluid
spend the night, yeah, i made breakfast
look on your face, you been restless
that b-tch do the most, not impressin’
but i’m tryna get on your guestlist

- kid ziggy papa luke lyrics

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