Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shorty , by - Felly. Song from the album Wild Strawberries, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 2273
Song language: English
Shorty |
| Shorty ain’t no friend of mine no more |
| But every time that she drop down she so loyal |
| Man it’s such a beautiful day don’t get caught up |
| Scratching shit that I wrote for ya |
| Saying that I’m sus |
| I’m a dope boy I could give a fuck |
| I ain’t good for ya add it all up, what |
| All the time I took from ya |
| And then go find yourself a new boy |
| Freezing up no easy budding |
| Pieces of us that we leave in public |
| The scratches on my back, the shit look like addidas |
| She had me feinding used to hit when I would slip her digits |
| And now theres no one quite like you There’s no one quite like me |
| Put two & two together and we fuck on the nightly |
| Don’t worry bout the weather cool you down with some ice tea |
| You ain’t gotta fight me baby you just like me baby you just |
| Shorty ain’t no friend of mine no more |
| But every time that she drop down she so loyal |
| Head to H town southbound I go for ya |
| Scrapping shit that I wrote for ya |
| I don’t need, memories |
| Need more time, i need more time |
| I don’t need, memories |
| I need more time, i need more time |
| {Hook] |
| Shorty ain’t no friend of mine no more |
| But every time that she drop down she so loyal |
| Head to H town southbound |
| Ok ok yuh yuh aye aye yo |
| Give me my freedom or I dip |
| I be too young to live life like this |
| But when i grow up Imma have a bad bitch |
| And we gon' have a kid and I’ll love her to the end |
| And we could watch movies sip smoothies blow piff |
| And even with the groupies actin, I don’t notice |
| I’ll treat you like a king or a queen that is |
| And I’ll be loyal til the end til the end but til then, shit |
| It’s Miss or Mrs It don’t make no difference |
| Young man so gifted I could twist whatever |
| I swear shorty ain’t a friend but the head a blessing |
| Girl our love got me stressing 'bout my last text message |
| I want to beat it up as long as there’s a beating heart there |
| Up in the push & start, need more reclining in the armchair |
| With twelve knocking on my window telling me I can’t park there |
| I don’t need these memories but shit they all there |
| I don’t need, memories |
| Need more time, i need more time |
| I don’t need, memories |
| I need more time, i need more time |
| (What it is what it is now this that wild strawberries this that shit what this |
| that hol' up hold hol' up your bitch what) |
| Give me my freedom |
| Shorty ain’t no friend of mine no more |
| Give me my freedom |
| So loyal |
| Shorty |