Friends Still

Lyrics

[Chorus: The Act] What if I fucked you? Would you be my friend still? What if I fucked you? Would you be my friend still? [Verse 1: The Act] It's 2 a.m., I just got home from trappin' All I ask you is give me good head and a little bit of satisfaction Yea it's real sloppy, need a napkin I got some shooters with some bad habits When it's a tragedy up in the streets I just want to come home and you will bring me magic Court date, gotta go kill the plaintiff That ain't nothin' but a lil' bit of straightenin' Traphouse look just like a banquet If I fucked you, baby, would you say thank you? [Chorus: The Act] What if I fucked you? Would you be my friend still? What if I fucked you? Would you be my friend still? [Verse 2: Tony Shhnow] If one thing lead to another I fuck her so good, I can tell that she love mе She tried to keep it playa, wanted to start off as friеnds She keep it lowkey, I don't fuck with her man I got a confession to make I can't front, I been tryna fuck on you since back in day Fuck your boyfriend, that boy just in the way My Glock a lil' heavy, it light up his face I stand on business, lil' baby, don't lie to my face I turn down the lights and she get in her mood She turn submissive when we in that room I open the blinds, let 'em watch what we doin' She wanna know what we doing No labels, just fuck with me after She ain't scared, I lean over and ask her [Chorus: The Act] What if I fucked you? Would you be my friend still? What if I fucked you? Would you be my friend still?