Friends (Remix) (part. Lil Tjay y Luar La L)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Trajo par de friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo, yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí, te tiro par de bands, bands
La monto en el Benz, Benz (Benz), dale, mami, dance, dance
Yeah, friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo (Su estilo), yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí (dile, mami), te tiro par de bands, bands
La monto en el Benz, dale, mami, dance, dance (El Letra)
Yeah-yeah-yeah
If my stripper se me trepa en el tubo
Once she started bouncin', baby, ella no se detuvo
La amarré chingando, hacemo' el nudo
Yo la llevo a Mars, me siento como Bruno
Como brujo yo la hechizo
Started fuckin' on the couch y terminamo' en el piso
Si me vengo adentro es que ella quiso
Porque ante' de venirme yo le aviso
La baby quiere un puff como Diddy, je
Backwoods, ya no prenden Phillies
Se pasa en el bloque metía' por North Philly (prendida)
Trapeando, ella tiene su drug dealer
Y yo soy su cliente (un plug)
Ese cuerpo es mi dosi', baby, me pongo impaciente
Cuando no te veo a ti recuerdo que soy tu paciente (Tre' Letra')
Veo ese booty 3D como si me engancho los lente' (Mamá)
Cuando yo te doy un palo me siento Robert Clemente
Tú te mojas to'a si yo me pongo caliente
Cambia el clima y siente el cambio en el ambiente
Ella quería Colgate y yo me le venía en los diente'
Big bad bitch con su cara angelical
Somos friends, pero sin friendzone, ya tenemo' historial (tú sabe')
Grabo con el iPhone pa' enseñarle el tutorial
De cómo la hago venir de cómo la pongo a squirtear
Le paso el squeegee, está mojá', pero la seco
Baby, el que te toque tiene un pasaje pa'l hueco, prr
Yo sigo haciendo chavo' con los teco'
¿De dónde crees que saco pa' comprarte los Pateko?
Y las cartera' Prada
Siempre hago un caso cuando se me va en alzada
Ella me grita "guerra" , yo la afilo con mi espada
Ya 'tamo envuelto' en el juego y no somo' nada
Solo
Friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo, yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí, te tiro par de bands, bands
La monto en el Benz, Benz, dale, mami, dance, dance, yeah
Trench kid, every year I'm on some new shit
Too rich, just blew forty on my new fits
New spliff, daddy punchin' niggas, too sick
You a fine girl, nice curves, we can do shit
You ain't never met a real nigga, let me show you
Back shots, know you like that, 'cause I know you
Too nice, just my type, couldn't bro you
Normally I'm not the cuffin' type, I ain't gon' hold you
But I chose you
I'ma keep you lavish long as you do what you 'posed to
Music moving coastal, rappin', I got vocals
On IG for the drip, I ain't social
Different type of life, changing channels like it's Roku
I don't trust shit, off a vibe, I'm like Smokey
I just be fast with it, bitches keep racks
Stay strapped and prepared 'cause I gotta go loco
Friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo, yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí, le tiro par de bands
La monto en el Benz, Benz, dale, mami, dance, dance
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Ese culo es uno de uno
Explosiva como cuando juega' Call Of Duty, dale al R1
Hacemo' una porno, si quiere' llamo a Nuno
Pa' que te grabe con toa' tu' amistade' handicap, cuatro a uno
Y al que te toque click-clack
Que tú quiere' las uña' en shellac
Me dijo: "Quiero ir pa' la H" porque soy como en Cali Tupac
Medusa en tu blusa Versace, en la cartera Gucci tres racks
Siempre en altura como ROSALÍA, y los Apalache', tú supiste que este bicho es crack
¿Qué? Jeje
Tres Letra', La L
L3TRA Entertainment, baby
Mera, dime, Custom
Vamo' a customearno' un par de bebecita' hoy
Dime, Ela
Los que tenemo' la salsa, ustede' saben ya
Lil Tjay, light it up, nigga
Oye, mami
Yo sé que solo somo' amigo', pero
Yo te quiero pa' algo má'
Si me das la oportunidad, creéme, no te va' a arrepentir
Tres Letra'
Friends (Remix) (feat. Lil Tjay and Luar La L)
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
He brought a couple of friends, they are all tens
She has her style, yeah, she doesn't follow trends
If you dance for me, I'll throw you a couple of bands, bands
I ride her in the Benz, Benz (Benz), come on, mommy, dance, dance
Yeah, friends, they're all tens
She has her style (Her style), yeah, she doesn't follow trends
If you dance for me (tell her, mommy), I'll throw you a couple of bands, bands
I ride her in the Benz, come on, mommy, dance, dance (El Letra)
Yeah-yeah-yeah
If my stripper climbs on my pole
Once she started bouncin', baby, she didn't stop
I tied it fucking, we tied the knot
I take her to Mars, I feel like Bruno
As a witch I spell her
Started fuckin' on the couch and we ended up on the floor
If I come inside it is because she wanted
Because before I come I'll let you know
The baby wants a beanbag like Diddy, heh
Backwoods, Phillies no longer turn on
It happens on the block he got in North Philly (on)
Mopping, she has her drug dealer
And I am your client (a plug)
That body is my dose, baby, I get impatient
When I don't see you I remember that I am your patient (Tre' Letra')
I see that 3D booty like I'm hooking my glasses' (Mom)
When I hit you I feel like Robert Clemente
You get wet all the time if I get hot
Change the weather and feel the change in the environment
She wanted Colgate and I was into her teeth.'
Big bad bitch with her angelic face
We are friends, but without friendzone, we already have history (you know)
I record with the iPhone to show you the tutorial
How I make her come, how I make her squirt
I give it the squeegee, it's wet, but I dry it
Baby, whoever touches you has a ticket for the hole, prr
I keep doing boy' with the teco'
Where do you think I get the money to buy your Pateko's?
And the Prada wallets
I always make a case when something goes wrong
She shouts "war" at me, I sharpen her with my sword
We are already involved in the game and we are nothing
Only
Friends, they are all tens
She has her style, yeah, she doesn't follow trends
If you dance for me, I'll throw you a couple of bands, bands
I ride her in the Benz, Benz, come on, mommy, dance, dance, yeah
Trench kid, every year I'm on some new shit
Too rich, just blew forty on my new fits
New spliff, daddy punchin' niggas, too sick
You a fine girl, nice curves, we can do shit
You ain't never met a real nigga, let me show you
Back shots, know you like that, 'cause I know you
Too nice, just my type, couldn't bro you
Normally I'm not the cuffin' type, I ain't gon' hold you
But I chose you
I'ma keep you lavish long as you do what you're proposed to
Music moving coastal, rappin', I got vocals
On IG for the drip, I ain't social
Different type of life, changing channels like it's Roku
I don't trust shit, off a vibe, I'm like Smokey
I just be fast with it, bitches keep racks
Stay strapped and prepared 'cause I gotta go crazy
Friends, they are all tens
She has her style, yeah, she doesn't follow trends
If you dance for me, I'll throw you a couple of bands
I ride her in the Benz, Benz, come on, mommy, dance, dance
Yeah-yeah-yeah
That ass is one of one
Explosive like when he plays Call Of Duty, hit the R1
Let's make a porn, if you want, I'll call Nuno
So that I can record you with all your friends, handicap, four to one
And whoever it is your turn click-clack
That you want your nails in shellac
He told me: "I want to go to the H" because I'm like Cali Tupac
Medusa in your Versace blouse, in the Gucci three-rack wallet
Always at height like ROSALÍA, and the Apalache', you knew that this creature is crack
That? He he
Three Letter', The L
L3TRA Entertainment, baby
Mera, tell me, Custom
Let's customize a couple of baby girls today
Tell me, Ella
Those of us who have the sauce, you already know
Lil Tjay, light it up, nigga
Hey Baby
I know we're just a friend, but
I love you for something more
If you give me the chance, believe me, you won't regret it
Three Letter'