Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Friends , by - Franck Pourcel. Song from the album Amour, danse et violons n°37, in the genre Нью-эйджRelease date: 13.10.2011
Record label: Parlophone France
Song language: English
Friends |
| Aha, yeah, yeah |
| In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise |
| Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused |
| I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high |
| A brother needs space like a vacant lot |
| I’m lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox |
| And my little son Justin, touchin a knot |
| You knew I was comin for the crowns that’s uptown |
| You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? |
| It’s the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down |
| In the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed |
| Can you enterprise and rise like cream do? |
| And leave em talk about the last time they seen you? |
| Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my |
| Name attached, can you all do that? |
| Think one thing when you read my name |
| That Puff nigga, the game’ll never be the same |
| Chorus: Puff Daddy singing |
| What do you do when they |
| Love you? |
| (Let's) «live your life» |
| What do you do when the |
| Love turns cold? |
| (Let's) «live your life» |
| Do you love me baby |
| I’ll be your friend |
| Do you love me baby |
| Though I love you like a brother |
| I would rather be your lover |
| Verse Two: Foxy Brown |
| Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now |
| Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh |
| I swear now, I done killed that shit |
| Dangerous Na Na, niggas feel my shit, uhh |
| Roll for delf, niggas steal my shit sells |
| Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel |
| You’re fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell |
| Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick |
| Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot |
| Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot |
| It don’t stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks |
| Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops |
| Nigga keyed up, stash for real |
| Twenty G’s please what? |
| Fuck the soft shit |
| Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit |
| The P.C. |
| on some real to Newark shit |
| Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? |
| Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up |
| Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust |
| Dangerous, when three general niggas bust |
| Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre |
| Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare |
| Oh yeah? |
| I’m up in your life, play you trife |
| Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga |
| Verse Three: Puff Daddy |
| Can you feel me baby? |
| I been away a long time |
| Is it still me baby? |
| The one on your mind |
| Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find |
| Ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined |
| Can I touch you baby? |
| Is that aight witchu? |
| Can I love you baby? |
| What we about to do |
| Could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move |
| Climb up in it slow, I ain’t tryin to hurt you |
| Can you feel me baby? |
| Should I keep it right there? |
| Is it still me baby? |
| Take off your night wear |
| And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed |
| As I place myself in the middle of your legs |
| Do you want me baby? |
| Just let me know |
| Like Aaliyah baby, and I’ma set you slow |
| Get freaky baby, can you handle that? |
| Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah |
| Chorus 2X to fade |