Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Than Friends, artist - 8-9 Boyz
Date of issue: 30.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
More Than Friends |
Why can’t we be more than just friends? |
'Cause I don’t want to be alone |
I’d rather have you here by my side |
Be by my side, my side |
I stay fresher 'en that, that’s why they’re lovin' on me |
And keep a fresh fragrance for when they huggin' on me |
I’m a hot boy ridin' in some hot wheels |
Tune in to my life, see how the top feels |
Blow cash and friends, that’s 'cause a nigga off |
Gettin' that ass and smash when I’m in my zone |
You got me holdin' your hand, no strings attached |
'Cause I’m attracted to models, and you ain’t attracted to that |
Baby girl, it’s me and you until the end of time |
The day I ain’t in your life will be the end of mine |
Why part ways? |
We can intertwine |
You got her heart broken, so I’ma give her mine |
When I look in her eyes, I see progress |
We done weather the storm, by brick |
Why you worried about her? |
She a hot mess |
You the hottest, you are faultless |
Why can’t we be more than just friends? |
'Cause I don’t want to be alone |
I’d rather have you here right by my side |
Be by my side, my side |
She in the 9th Ward, them zone-riding gang 39 boy |
She love her T-Block 8−9 boy |
Ask about the kids, she says it’s my fault |
That’s my boy |
She rode that gig like a soldier |
Right onto my sofa, she roll me like a chauffeur |
I told her back off, shout out to you |
You could be my girlfriend if nobody knew |
Maybe we go and then before you |
We bopping like bottles, vehicles true |
Ah, my niggas don’t owe me shit |
Ride the gang in the building on leashes |
He not big enough for me, he make it up for me |
Don’t work from me, you call from me |
Bend it over, get fucked like you ugly |
I know we just friends, but what do you want from me? |
Why can’t we be more than just friends? |
'Cause I don’t want to be alone |
I’d rather have you here right by my side |
Be by my side, my side |
Walked in dressed, now she ain’t got clothes on |
She said, «Sure, why the fuck you got them clothes on?» |
I told her put her hands on 'em ankles and hold on |
I’m 'bout to fuck you from the back this whole song |
Now four songs, still ain’t stopping |
Ooh, ooh, ah, ah yeah that what she holler |
Smack that ass, dig deep with that thing |
Got her screaming out my name as I beat it out the frame |
When you hear me in the system |
Ain’t no tellin' when I fuck 'em, well I diss 'em |
And I hug 'em, I don’t kiss 'em |
And go figure, now she all on her nigga |
Feelin' like Chris Brown, I shoulda never hit her |
When it started out, it was all fun |
Now she tryna put me on lock down, word to the young |
And I’m just layin' back laughin' |
She askin' |
Why can’t we be more than just friends? |
'Cause I don’t want to be alone |
I’d rather have you here right by my side |
Be by my side, my side |