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Mooce - Best Friend Lyrics



Mooce - Best Friend Lyrics
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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
Uh
Uh
Alright
Uh
Uh
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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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
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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
Uh
Uh
Alright
Uh
Uh
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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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
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Writer: Curtis James Jackson, Josephine Armstead, Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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