Stephaintdeadyet - bring a friend.

Voicemail after voicemail after voicemail
I won't answer
I fell in love with a stripper because I love the way she dances
But with my luck, I know she's not with the romancing
So I tell her bring your friend,
Friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Bring a friend
She like my ice, she likes the way I move
The way I kill it
If I'm not your type, that's cool
But when I fuck, don't be in your feelings
Damn, you be killing them, I swear your ass is fabulous
She's so Sharpay, she want a Troy
But I need Gabriella
Quit playing with me
There ain't that much left to do
Your hoe come to me cause if I pick
They tend to fuck the CREU
Like, ooh, damn, she be feeling them
Guess I gotta go
She be playing, said she missing me
But I know that you a hoe, oh, oh
Fuck that, lemme get back on my gangsta shit
I've been crying so much, I think it's time to go stunt on a bitch
Like damn, Steph you clean as fuck
Bitch I already know
Still the type to fuck on your hoe
So please don't call my phone cause
It's gonna go
Straight to
Voicemail after voicemail after voicemail
I won't answer
I fell in love with a stripper because I love the way she dances
But with my luck, I know she's not with the romancing
So I tell her bring your friend
Friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
I think you know that I ain't come alone
Got Trill on the right side
He know I keep a bad bitch
That's why he came along for the ride
Speaking of ride, stop playing with me
Girl hop on this dick
You can suffocate me baby, hope you know I love them thick
Put it all up in her throat, I think she's in love with the dick
I be treating her like shit
They know they in love with a dick
I ain't that guy for real, cause
I'm that nigga baby, I'm him
I'm balling out the gym
I'm hanging off the rim
She eat it up like dim sum
Give her dick and then some
She said not to touch, but that's my bad
You know I'm hands on
Work the dick like you work the pole
Speaking of poles, you know I keep me one with a big scope
We kill the enemy so if you try to call his phone, it's gon go to
Voicemail after voicemail after voicemail
I won't answer
I fell in love with a stripper because I love the way she dances
But with my luck, I know she's not with the romancing
So I tell her bring your friend
Friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Bring a friend
Voicemail after voicemail after voicemail
I won't answer
I fell in love with a stripper because I love the way she dances
But with my luck, I know she's not with the romancing
So I tell her bring your friend
Friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Friend, friend, friend, friend
Bring a friend

Written by:
Stephen Dequan

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