Best Friends by Tayla The King Lyrics

Okay, Nigga
Why the fuck you fall in love
There's like 100 other bitches that you'll fuck
Why stick to one?

But listen
This bitch there's something about it
Everytime I come in room
Her eyes on me I love her body

She loves my rari
She never falls in love
Take one pill oh now she does
Nigga never ever front fo' real

And I ain't even tryna' steal
All these niggas hatin' on me
On me, yeah

(Hook)
Huh, lift up
Take my phone
Baby girl why leave me alone
All these bitches tryna' fuck, aye
Huh
I hope your boyfriend's fucking done
That nigga ain't so cold
Baby I can take you home, aye

Take one sip
Aye you know what's good
Holy fuck you fancy
I'm not down with you
Down with you

You made hood nigga make a love song
I hope you feel special
Cause low key you ain't wrong

And I just try to keep you warm
But It just ain't so so easy

Dealing with you is so fancy
Yeah you know
What's good with me and you

Oh you
Yeah you
We ain't best friends no more
We ain't kids no no more
I'm tryna fuck let you go
Let you go

Aye
Why the fuck you stop
Take your phone and make it pop
I ain't never try to rock
Like I did years before, yeah
I ain't kid no more, yeah
I ain't kid no more, yeah
Stop to fucking roam yeah

(Car Crashes)