We Just Friends
Title: N_gga We Just Friends [Intro] [distorted 808 bass, cowbell melody, punchy kick] Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my [vocal chop] We just friends, friends, friends, friends [repeated] [Female voice clip, laughing confidently] "Boy, back up... I told you already." [Verse 1] [gritty female rap vocals, fast triplet flow] Keep a few bands in the Prada bag, Watch me walk in, make the whole room lag. Me and my girls, we ain't looking for a man, We just came to shake it, yeah, that is the plan. You trying to buy a drink, trying to grab on my waist? Boy, back up, you are invading my space. I'm looking like a ten, hair blowing in the wind, But get it through your head, n_gga, we just friends! [Chorus] [heavy bass, cowbell riff, aggressive chant delivery] Yeah, it get way too hot! All my bitches taking over, monopolize the spot! Ain't no itinerary, we ain't sticking to a plan I just swipe the plastic till it's slipping out my hand Till I can't no more, leave the feelings at the door All my bitches hitting rhythm, leaving craters in the floor Back up off my waist, boy, you acting too intense Put it in your brain, n_gga, we just friends! Friends, friends, friends, friends! [Verse 2] [beat drops to half-time, nasty 808 slides] Heels hitting heavy on the VIP floor, We just ordered bottles and we asking for some more. You thinking 'cause we talking that you taking me home? I’m just being polite, leave my number alone. I don't need a text, I don't need a goodnight, I'm just outside looking fine in the light. Don't confuse the dynamic when the cowbell drops, My girls running the city and we calling the cops. So keep the space open, let my ladies break it down, We just came to run the tab and take over the town. [Chorus] [heavy bass, cowbell riff, aggressive chant delivery] Yeah, it get way too hot! All my bitches taking over, monopolize the spot! Ain't no itinerary, we ain't sticking to a plan I just swipe the plastic till it's slipping out my hand Till I can't no more, leave the feelings at the door All my bitches hitting rhythm, leaving craters in the floor Back up off my waist, boy, you acting too intense Put it in your brain, n_gga, we just friends! Friends, friends, friends, friends! [Verse 3] [rapid-fire flow, beat builds up with snare rolls] You blowing up my phone talking 'bout a date night, I leave it on read, boy, you ain't my type. You trying to flex with the keys to the whip, But me and my bitches just taking a trip. Don't buy me no roses, don't buy me no bags, I'm spending my own, I'm popping the tags. I told you the deal when the evening begins, Read my lips, n_gga, we just friends! [Chorus] [heavy bass, cowbell riff, aggressive chant delivery] Yeah, it get way too hot! All my bitches taking over, monopolize the spot! Ain't no itinerary, we ain't sticking to a plan I just swipe the plastic till it's slipping out my hand Till I can't no more, leave the feelings at the door All my bitches hitting rhythm, leaving craters in the floor Back up off my waist, boy, you acting too intense Put it in your brain, n_gga, we just friends! Friends, friends, friends, friends! [Outro] [bass and drums continue, cowbell fades slowly] Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my We just friends, friends, friends, friends Yeah, keep walking. Go find somebody else. n_gga, we just friends. [beat abruptly cuts off]
