Friends (Remix) (feat. Lil Tjay y 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'