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Hot Friend

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Letras

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I see 'em lurkin', tryna sew it all together, that's a long shot

I was in the spot like Cruella 'til they locked shop

Damn, she was lit before you met her, out the casa

'Migos in my system, been a pleasure, I just, uh

Pulled up low-key, but they caught me when I walked in

Yep, let's link soon, 'kay, I got you locked in

I was bein' real but I told him I was joshin'

Faded off of one shot, I don't do this often

I don't do this often

Buy me drinks, but I'm leavin' with his hot friend

Ten when I left, but eleven when I stopped in

Think he's gonna hit because he's comin' out of pocket

"Damn, you bad, bae," yeah, I know, right?

Shout out to your mom 'cause you my type

What's it take for a date? Make me beg for it

If you gotta ask, then you can't afford it

Fuck it up, ayy, fuck it up, ayy

Double in my cup, I've had enough, ayy

Slick talker, he a shmuck, ayy

You don't have a chance if I'm keepin' it a buck, ayy

Damn, OG in the corner, he was givin' me the stamp

Said he needs a win, I didn't know he was a fan

Tryna get like me, I don't know if you can

This is what I'm like, bro, this is not a brand

Yeah, we used to fuck, but now I'm higher in demand

Roster gettin' stronger, I announce it via Shams

Stakes is high now, De La, this a slam

He said, "I'd buy you a drink, word to Bam"

Tryna get bands like silly

Fiendin' for it and it's not really appealin'

Bein' chill, but I've had it to the ceilin'

Postin' Drake lyrics, he's just tryin' to hurt my feelin's