Dreular - Fri-end (a friend till the end of everything)

Let me be your Fri-End
We old enough to not pretend, I see you fed up when the day end
Let me be your Fri-End
I'll turn a moment to a topic, that you talk about when you with your best friend
Let me be your Fri-End
When you go out turn up with your girlfriends, you pull up on me when the night ends
Let me be your Fri-End
The one who slide inside your pants, and make you crush and mourn on the bed

If you let me ride with you, I won't tell, you know what's next
Just send your location, I don't fuck with too much text
I can tell you like me and it's pounding out your chest
I can tell you thirsty for my quench, you wanna taste?
I can see you wilding, I ain't the type to tryna tame you
I can give you an entanglement without a curfew
Let me be the nigga who don't control, but he cares for you
Just as long as you gimme my space when I'm not feeling you
I'm a big dawg I ain't Scooby-Doo
Come real close, I really do... wanna know you, I'm feeling you
Get on top for a point of view and ride it slow for a calm relief

That's a dirty joke, that's how I get when I'm exposed, I need to soak in you


Let me be your Fri-End
We old enough to not pretend, I see you fed up when the day end
Let me be your Fri-End
I'll turn a moment to a topic, that you talk about when you with your best friend
Let me be your Fri-End
When you go out turn up with your girlfriends, you pull up on me when the night ends
Let me be your Fri-End
The one who slide inside your pants, and make you crush and mourn on the bed

Let me chase you Down to bed just in case you trynna run away
Just getting you back on track coz I see you going out your way
Ooh, gosh, your honey too sweet to sugarcoat what I say
Babey I want it more than once, my mind is everywhere
Maybe I'm just addicted to your kind, it's super rare
I can keep a secret, when I'm kissing I don't tell
You know where to find me, hit me up on my cell
You know whatchu signed for when you closed your eyes and fell

Good sex gotcha rubbin' on my shoulder, babey
Pressure gotcha sippin' on my soda, babey
Big moves gotcha calling me DAD-a, babey
Make you reach your climax like a ladder, babey

Let me be your Fri-End
We old enough to not pretend, I see you fed up when the day end
Let me be your Fri-End
I'll turn a moment to a topic, that you talk about when you with your best friend
Let me be your Fri-End
When you go out turn up with your girlfriends, you pull up on me when the night ends
Let me be your Fri-End
The one who slide inside your pants, and make you crush and mourn on the bed

Writers: Bryan Shumba

Lyrics © DistroKid

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