Blaq Tuxedo – Friend Zone (Aba (Art By Accident) Album)


FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
‘Bout to power up on you hoes
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi

[Chorus]
I am the fire man
I know these niggas gon’ copy
Always with my game, know them niggas die for me
Boy, I can never go cold
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
You in the friend zone
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
I’m the fuckin’ realest
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
It’s time, I get paid what I owed
[Verse 1]
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy

Ain’t no way that we the same
I’m in the end zone
Always had the craze, always, always had to stay, stay
We on top of the food chain
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
I’m bossy, I’m saucey, I’m flossy
I’m in the end zone
It’s your only change
You niggas did not go
She ain’t got no pants on
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
You in the friend zone
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi

She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
Everyday game day
She ain’t got no pants on
She ain’t got no pants on
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
[Chorus]
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
I’m in the end zone
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
[Verse 2]
You in the friend zone
She ain’t got no pants on
You in the friend zone
You niggas too late
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
She keep it 100, you don’t
I’m in the end zone
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
She ain’t got no pants on
Fuck it, you know that we independent nigga
‘Cause we all carry the load
Girl, you should eat ratchet plans
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
She FaceTimin’, callin’ me papi
Everyday game day
You in the friend zone
Y’all need to retire, man
She ain’t got no pants on
I keep dime, nigga, that’s loose change
You in the friend zone
You in the friend zone
You in the friend zone
You in the friend zone
You in the friend zone
You in the friend zone
I’m in the end zone
[Chorus]
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
You niggas sellin’ your souls
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
We keep it lit, we the flame
I’m in the end zone

Master P, ain’t no fuckin’ limit
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy
Got 100 bands in a rubber band and you know it
‘Bout to go Super Sam Four
All you niggas gimmicks, all you niggas finished
You niggas afraid
Everyday pay day
You in the friend zone
FaceTime, she givin’ me sloppy