|
Camoflauge - Cut Friends lyrics
[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... |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Rather Ripped by Sonic Youth |
 Back to Black by Amy Winehouse |
 Moodring by Mya |
 Zizanie by Zazie |
 Ghetto Classics by Jaheim |
