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Singles


Artist: Camoflauge
Total songs: 2
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  1. Hot Grits
  2. Fuck Friends

Fuck Friends Lyrics - Singles - Camoflauge

Saay there look here lil momma come here, what yo name is 

I got a man! 

you got a man 

oh yo name you got a man 

well look here I'm Camoflauge (oh yeah) 

shit I - I ain't tryin to be your man I just wanna be your friend 

oh really 

 

Saay there lil momma what your name n shit 

I'ma get strait to the point I ain't with no gangs n shit 

I wanna be your friend, you gots a baby in the pen 

Hit a nigga up, I'll come through on ya and slide in 

Oh you gotta man, well thats cool I ain't tryin to be that 

Fuck friends you never been wit me and you can be that 

I ain't kissin and tellin like kelly baby we can keep it on the down low 

You down for what I'm down fo, late night creepin 

Yo nigga won't even suspect you cheatin 

And if I see you on the streets I ain't lookin or speakin 

But when we meetin we freakin and thats fo sho oh 

And we can keep it on the low, ain't nobody gots to know 

Tell yo nigga that your going out with ya homegirls 

Cause tonight me and you gon get off in our own world 

Get a suite, blow on a sweet, tear up the sheets 

And if you want to we can do this shit again next week 

 

[Chorus:] (4X) 

Lets be fuck friends you and I la da da 

on the low creepin cheatin (la ra ra ra ra da) 

can we play tonight (i wanna know) 

 

Miss hot lil momma whats happenin 

Ain't you camo- yeah I be rappin 

How bout you forget all that yappin 

and put your number on the napkin 

and let me call you 

Ecstasy swisher sweet alcohol ya 

and if the head right, the pussy tight 

baby I'll sprawl you 

oh I gotta man 

 

thats cool I see his name tattooed on your titty 

here go my beeper number just hit me 

and we can roll out, get drove out, get a mo-out 

204 real low, nobody gotta know 

Park your Honda in WalMart parking lot in front of the store 

Jump in wit me hit the highway to the room we go 

Oh no I need to get a box of rubbers 

so I can get the throat then jump in the covers 

Shower up and drop you off so you can get wit yo lover 

Call me up later baby girl when your ready to fuck a-gain 

Hit the weed smash off in the wind 

Hey lil momma lets play 

 

[Chorus] 

 

Baby girl can we kick it, I'm sorry if I'm too explicit 

Visions of you with out no clothes on got me dizzy 

I like yo size, the look in yo eyes 

that thing between yo thighs, can I push inside? 

Do you wanna roll wit me, hit a optimo wit me 

Freak from the bed to the floor wit me 

but no hickies, fuck yo man you wit a player tonight 

we gon pop a couple of bottles just to make shit right 

and after that I'ma try to break ya back, hit ya from the back 

Make you feel it in your stomach ask you how you love that 

Me and you ducked off, gettin our nuts off 

Cut off your cellular phone girl lets get lost 

 

[Chorus] (8X) 

 

la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da 

la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da 

la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da 

la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da 

da ra la ra ra ra ra da 

da ra la ra ra ra ra da 

la ra ra la ra ra la ra ra la ra ra ra ra ra ra da 

fuck friend (uh uh yeah) fuck friends 

fuck friends fuck friends